As in probably every other profession, there were also a few so-called “black sheep” among the many honorable millers in the milling trade. The popular children's book author Otfried Preußler recounts the following short episode in "The Flight to Egypt":
"And they didn't even get all the way to Klostergrätz that evening, but there was a mill on their way, the Klostermühle, where they lodged until the next morning. At first, the Klostermühlen miller was almost shocked when the Imperial and Royal Gendarmerie suddenly knocked on his door: There had been some disputes with a customer last week about a few sacks of milling material, which had inexplicably disappeared from the mill here [...] but it could have been that he was reported for it anyway - and now they're coming for him... so, of course, all the disputed sacks of milling material immediately fell from the Klostermühlen miller's mind, just as [Sergeant] Hawlitschek was now simply requesting a place to stay for the night."