Widdle Wabbit
Widdle Wabbit
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks,
in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe
me,
mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so
that
he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit,
or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute
widdle
bwown wabbit over there?"
She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her
hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet
voice,
"I don't think my python weally gives a
thit."
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