shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter, do you
keep widdle wabbiths?"
The shopkeeper's heart melts and he gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She, blushing, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, Leans
forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my python weally givth
a phwuck."
Aint it cute
