Witdle Wabbit

A little girl named Jessica walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: “Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep witdle wabbits?”

And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he’s on her level, and asks: “Do you want a witdle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?”

Jessica puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: “I don’t fink my pyfon really giveths a thit.”