Years back a ratbag relative of our shepherd got sent down for a sort-out from Auckland. He ran away, broke into our house while we were on holiday and loaded up one of our cars with blankets, alcohol and a single shot 22 rifle. He then crashed the car into the picnic table because he couldn't drive (I think he was 14 or 15 years old). The shepherd saw the car had moved and thought we were home early, but he caught the kid and handed him over to the police. Apparently he managed to steal a police car in Te Awamutu and crash that too.
The gear in our car was put back where it belonged.
I think it was several weeks later I went to use the 22. I opened the bolt and a live round fell out. Thankfully it was a manual cocking rifle, but obviously no-one checked it was unloaded when they got it out of the car.
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