My senior year of high school I got in trouble because for the essay portion of the Golden State Exam we were supposed to write some... complicated mess... and I didn't want to so I wrote a story about a unicorn who wasn't really a unicorn because his mom was a horse and his dad was a goat and the woodland creatures made fun of him for eating cans, so he ate them instead, and then I drew a picture of a man in a sombrero saying "Viva Mexico!"
My teacher asked if I wanted him to show my work to my mother, and I said okay. She was just glad that I found something quiet to do.