I had had a sleepover (not a freaking slumber party!) with my friend. The next morning, we went out in the morning to walk to someplace to get breakfast. We live a generally safe neighborhood. We were walking, and a man in a motorized wheelchair came up to us and dumped a bunch of those little stuffed animals in front of us. He asked us to take them to the church (it was about a block away). We didn't know what to do. He kept asking and asking. He rolled away, and we didn't know what to do. . .