 Granny just smiled to herself, shook her head, and moved on. But a few booths down, she crossed paths with little Scooter, who looked troubled. What can I do? I have to do something. Scooter? Oh. Hi, Granny. Are you okay? Yeah. I'm just thinking. About what? I really want to give something to your booth, because me and my family have gotten lots of generosity from the church and even the town in the past. Well, that is good, Scooter. Yeah, but...