The most darling little girl walks into a pet shop and tugs on the clerk's sleeve.
"Mithter", she lisps. "Do you thell widdle wabbits?"
The clerk looks down at the ringlets, the shining tiny face full of hope, and his heart melts. He's not going to thell...er, sell...this angel a rabbit, nossir. He's going to give her a rabbit.
"Why yes, my child. We have the cutest rabbits - brown, white and black ones. Which one would you like?"
The cherub stands first on one leg and then the other, trying to decide. Finally she says "Mithter, I don't think my python weally giveth a thit."
"Mithter", she lisps. "Do you thell widdle wabbits?"
The clerk looks down at the ringlets, the shining tiny face full of hope, and his heart melts. He's not going to thell...er, sell...this angel a rabbit, nossir. He's going to give her a rabbit.
"Why yes, my child. We have the cutest rabbits - brown, white and black ones. Which one would you like?"
The cherub stands first on one leg and then the other, trying to decide. Finally she says "Mithter, I don't think my python weally giveth a thit."
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