Safire
03-26-2004, 09:27 PM
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp,
"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 wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit
or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
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 pyfon weally gives a thit."
"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 wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit
or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
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 pyfon weally gives a thit."