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 wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
wabby or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby
She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands
on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice,
I don’t fink my pet python weally gives a Thit !!!