Some years ago, an acquaintance of mine was driving across one of the Scottish islands early in the morning, on his way to catch the ferry for a visit to his son in Glasgow. Rounding a corner, he hit a sheep in the road. When he got out to investigate, he found the animal was dead. He didn’t have time to contact the farmer (this was in the days before mobile phones) and didn’t want to leave a dead sheep in the road. However, he had a friend in Glasgow who was a butcher, so he decided to take the sheep with him, and settle up with the farmer on his return. He heaved the carcass into the boot and set off.
By the time he reached his son’s house several hours later, he’d forgotten the incident altogether. Parked outside the house, on a particularly busy Glasgow main road, he opened the boot to get his case out - and a terrified sheep leapt out and was last seen disappearing among the traffic. I don’t think he ever did find out what eventually happened to it.
