A small girl walked into a petshop and up to the counter. Then she asked the storeowner, in a voice with the cutest little lisp: ‘exuthe me mithter, could I have a widdle wabbit, pweathe?’
The man, enchanted by her cuteness, kneeled down to her level and asked her: ‘Would you like a widdle cute white wabbit or a widdle fluffy black wabbit?’
The girl replied in turn: ‘Whichever one, I don’t think my python weally gives a shit.'