Subject: Widdle Wabbit
> > A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the
> >sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "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 tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my
> >python weawy givths a thit."
