A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, "Do you keep widdle wabbits?

The shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks in a soft, gentle voice, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"

She puts her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet whispered reply, "I don't fink my pet python weally gives a thit."