Stole a lamb once on a school field trip.
Hid it under my jumper and decided I was going to rear it with a friend in her back garden.
We convinced ourselves her mum would've been into it (and she possibly would bless her - I loved that woman!)
...the bubble burst when the lamb started baa-ing (after the bus had set off I might add) while the register was being taken.
They turned the bus around, I had to apologise to the farmer for stealing his lamb and my punishment was to stand in front of the staff room every lunch time for two weeks.
Still haven't got my lamb.