A little girl goes to a pet shop and asks "excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he is
on her level and says "do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft
fuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown one over there?"

The little girl blushes, rocks back on her heels, puts her hands on
her knees, leans forward and whispers, " I don't wealy fink my pyfon
gives a **** what colour it is..."

Sorry Ross, its the best I can do today !! Blame the boss.