'Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?' The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and says, 'Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft, fwuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown wabbit over there?' The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and whispers ... 'I don't weally fink my pyfon gives a phuk!!..
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