One time, Greece was distracted by a street performer for five minutes, and before it even realized anything odd, half the fucking parthenon was in the British Museum.
(documented at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elgin_Marbles )
Recently, a Covent Gardens man tripped in the middle of a crowded London sidewalk. Just as he hit the ground, somebody whispered the words "Shrimp Tree" in his ear, and when he stood up, all of his family pictures were gone from his wallet.
Sorry about the break. I've been pretty busy with my most recent project.
I've been working on a rethinking of Kafka's "Metamorphosis" about a mostly ignored toy AT-AT that inexplicably grows a beard one night. This horrifies the family and pushes the stressed and volatile home environment to a breaking point.
As anxiety pushes in the walls of the home, the AT-AT feels increasingly ostracized and ashamed. It grows increasingly unrecognizable as these feelings persist, and, upon the discovery of its corpse at the end of the book, it shows no recognizable walker/quadrupedal tank qualities at all.