A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in a thick lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you thell wittle wabbits?" The shopkeeper gets down on his knees so he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a wittle white wabbit or a soft and fuwwy wabbit or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabbit over there?"
The little girl put her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet voice:
"I don't fink my pyfon weally givth a thit!"
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