In the 90's I had reason to visit the Charleville police station (on official business, mind) and unbeknown to me, the Sgt had a couple of calves in the station yard.
I rolled up, doing the unthinkable of leaving the gate open, only to find a note advising that the station would be closed for a couple of hours.
Just as well, as it took me a good hour or so to round up the calves, which had escaped police custody by use of the opened gate.  
It created some humour for the locals, though.
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
			
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