I accidentally got involved in one of these back in elementary school. When I was little, I used to bring one or two of my
stuffed kitties in my backpack as a sort of SecurityBlanket, and normally kept them in there. One afternoon, though, I noticed that my backpack had mysteriously ended up under the desk of the boy in front of me, who picked on me now and then. I didn't think much about it until I got home, opened my backpack, and found that ''somebody had cut my kitty to pieces''. Traumatized, I told my parents, and they descended on the school in a fury -- and naturally, since my backpack had been under the desk of somebody who already had a history of bullying me, it seemed like an open-and-shut case. #QUOTE# ...Eventually, though, it turned out he was innocent. His '''best friend''' had done the foul deed and stashed the evidence under the accused's desk to take suspicion off him. But the teacher figured it out and cleared up the whole mess, making the real culpit pay for a replacement kitty. I don't think those two were friends anymore after that, either, even though they'd been like ThoseTwoGuys before...