Widdle Wabbits

A precious little girl walks into a PetSmart store.
She asks with the sweetest little lisp between two missing teeth, “Excuthe me, mithter. Where do you keep the 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, orΒ  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.”

21 thoughts on “Widdle Wabbits”

      1. Surprisingly few as you can’t carry anything else at the same time πŸ˜‰ I have a particular phobia about them too. Didn’t get through more than 20 minutes of Snakes on a Plane.

  1. this is a good one, although I shudder at the thought of the poor widdle wabbit being dinner. πŸ™‚ dad would have loved this one!

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