Some arrogant, immensely powerful people, to whom I'm very distantly related, stole something that belonged to my wide extended family many, many years ago. It wasn't an expensive or beautiful thing - think your GGGGGGGGGGGU Jake's battered but solid old armchair - but of enormous sentimental value to us. It felt like a part of our family history and, I know I might sound like a drama llama, but I felt that it even represented a mahoosively important part of our identity. They had connections and seemed to have everybody in awe of them and could apparently do no wrong. They'd already taken so many of our other precious heirlooms from us, so this was our little attempt at sticking two fingers up at them! symbolically taking back our freedom.
Maybe IABU, as their ancestors originally stole it from OUR ancestors centuries ago. I know, I know: nine tenths of the law, let bygones and all that. But a few of my uni mates and I got talking about it one night after we'd had a few and decided that we should just drive down there and take it right back. After all, it was rightly our property. It wasn't just for us, but for everybody to whom it meant so much.
I admit we probably shouldn't have broken into their big old family chapel or been in a position where we might have seriously hurt a police officer in self-defence, but I can't say I'm not proud of what we did.
We grabbed it and somehow managed to haul it to our trusty old car - I don't know exactly how as it weighed a ton! Unfortunately, we accidentally broke it, but it was a hazard of the job.
Well, they were not happy about it when it was discovered and they raised the alarm, but we managed to evade them and got it back to home territory. I'm a bit ashamed to say that we ended up getting cold feet and abandoning it in a field, but it was one of OUR fields, so we considered it a win!
They eventually found it and took it back, as we'd known all along that they probably would, but we'd made our point and our mark in history! With hindsight, maybe a few sturdy penguin bollards might have helped to make things more difficult for them.
So as not to drip-feed, our family has had a love-hate relationship with this other family for far longer than anybody can remember. The whole extended family got together a few years ago to decide whether we should just go LC and LTB once and for all. It was a very close-run thing, but just over half of us insisted that we should stay amicable with them. Our family elders keep assuring us that they're doing their best under the circumstances, but we can't help wondering if they're just floundering about like fish out of water.