A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the
Sweetest little lisp:
"Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabiths?"

And the shopkeeper gets down one 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?"

She in turn puts her hands on her knees, bends forward and says,
"I don't fink my pyfon gives a fluck!"