About 4 months ago, I went camping with my friends. They sent me to collect wood because I was sitting while everyone else was working. But since it was late, I pretended to go and slept somewhere. In the morning, I collected some wood and went back to camp. What did I see? They had called the police, and the police were looking for me. I also stole a wallet last week. I thought the police were calling me for this, so I immediately fled the scene. While we were running at full speed, I found a place and hid.
A day later, I came out of my hiding place and called my friends. And what did I see? They were at a funeral. I immediately went and asked who died. Everyone got scared and started running away. Then I looked at the tombstone, and my name was written. The police came to the scene immediately, interrogated me, and I was saved. It turns out that my friends called the police because I got lost, and because of them, I almost ate my halva at my own funeral.