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Mousebaby
Guest
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 weally gives a thit."
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 weally gives a thit."
