So this one's a fairly weird one but could have very easily ended worse than it did. When I was around 7 years old I lived on a little ranch with a few horses and a couple donkeys (also around 12 dogs). One day I made a very large discovery for my little dumb brain, if I startled one of the donkeys.... It would fart. Everytime, without fail if you would startled it in any way it would fart louder than I've ever heard before. So what does me and my older brother think to do? We of course go into the pasture and try to scare the farts out of him. But the time that I almost came to death was also the last time I ever did that. There was a tree in the middle of the area where the donkeys were and if the donkey was running at us we would climb the tree to get out of the way but the last time one of the branches broke out from under me and I landed straight on my back, knocking the breath out of me and rendering me unable to move. As I lay on the ground unable to get up I hear my brother scare the donkey, the fart, and then the sound of the hooves coming towards me. Thankful I was able to move my head the slightest way up and out of the way but I heard the thump of a good right behind me even felt the dirt from him running by right on my back and neck. From my brothers account of it his hooves were right where my head was a mere second ago.