At a fair when I was about five a donkey stood on my foot. I howled blue murder, and thumped the stupid great thing repeatedly; but it didn't appear to notice and just stood there for some time before deciding to amble off. 
Thinking back, how the hell did I manage to get in that situation, i.e. close enough, considering their large barrel shaped bodies compared with a pint sized five year old? (I was to the side of it luckily, or it might have kicked me into touch when I started thumping it!)
Never been in much pain since, besides the odd hangover, or broken any bones touch wood.

Thinking back, how the hell did I manage to get in that situation, i.e. close enough, considering their large barrel shaped bodies compared with a pint sized five year old? (I was to the side of it luckily, or it might have kicked me into touch when I started thumping it!)
Never been in much pain since, besides the odd hangover, or broken any bones touch wood.


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