I was a lifeguard through HS and college. One of my guards went home on break, then 5 minutes before she was due back she called in, saying she'd be late coming back because she was saving a bird who fell in her pool. She came back to work with a bird in a laundry basket and we took turns babysitting it.

Here's one. I knew this guy back in the early 80's, let's call him Jim. well he really wanted this high powered superbike but he knew he couldn't ever afford it, so what he did was to take drive to London and scouted about for a few days until he found that particular model parked outside a house.
He goes back that night with a slidehammer, pulls the lock, and steals the bike. He gets it home, puts it in his garage and completely strips it so that the only thing left is the frame and the bottom half of the engine - which he drags into the weeds at the bottom of his garden, then he pours fuel over it and burns it a bit.
A few weeks pass and weeds have started growing over it. It's at that point he calls the cops and reports that someone had dumped a bike frame in his garden. The cops show up and he explains that he'd just got back from being away and found it.


The cops take the frame and note down hi name and address. A few days later, the cops call him and say that the bike had been stolen from London a month or so ago, ( from the serial number on the bottom half of the engine and frame) and that the insurance company had classed the bike as a write off, and had told the cops to dispose of it.
NOW....

Because the frame was found in his garden and the insurance company didn't want it, the cops were duty bound to ask him if he wanted to keep it, or if they should throw it. So he tells them that he'd always wanted to build a bike....
He gets the fame back from them, repaints it, then puts it all back together and re-registers it as a 'q' reg (stolen and recovered).

I forgot to call him Jim didn't I?