This one comes from my childhood. My mother was telling me stories of Ramayana.
“… and then Shravana took the pot to the river and started filling in water by sinking it – buD, buD, … King Dasharatha, an avid archer thought he is hearing an animal drinking water. So he shot an arrow and hit Shravana. …”
“Wait, mom! If an animal is making such a sound, it must be drowning. No animal drinks buD, buD, …!”
That day my parents realized my literary senses are out-shined by my reasoning.