When I was small
I must have been no older than 7, the school library had a drawing competition for Christmas or Easter or something.
You had to draw a horse.
I traced a mesohippus or something similar from a book, which apparently was against the rules or something, but if you ask me, it was a loophole they failed to close. I mean, technically it was a prehistoric horse not a proper equus ferus caballus.
So, I handed it in. And forgot about it. Weeks or months later (or maybe it was days, I was young and time moved slower), I was informed that I had won a chocolate Santa (or bunny or pirate or something). Result.

Not sure why we were drawing horses for a religious festival, though. Maybe the school librarian was a secret pagan, and we were drawing totems of the celtic horse god for use in magick.
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 15:26, Reply)