A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?" and the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?" the little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "i don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."