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This strange woman was showing me her house. She had lots of Fisher-Price toys lying around on the floor and on shelves. I asked her if she wanted them, and she told me I could have them if I liked. So I took my time looking through them. There was an engine car to a train that doesn't exist - the Mr. Rogers train. Whoever had played with them had also concocted a morbid menagerie of "misfit toys" by chopping up the Fisher-Price animals and some other toys and recompiling them into nonexistant creatures.