When I was in grade one, my teacher had scheduled reading time in our class. She had a big stack of books and told us all to take a book back to our desks to read. This was amazing. Each time, I'd find an interesting-looking book and bring it back to my desk.
After a week or so, my desk was full of books. Dr Seuss, mostly, IIRC. The teacher discovered my hoard and started yelling at me, demanding to know why I hadn't returned the books. This mystified me, as she'd never told us to return them.



