Reminds me of a story about my Grandma years ago (1940's) on the farm.

My grandfather had a horse name Scabbyhitler(I don't know the reason behind the horses name) that only he could ride. While he was in the field there was a boy in the barn(who was told not to ride him) and decided to try him out. Got to close, horse kicked him then ran out to my grandpa in the field. He thought that was kind of wierd and went into the barn, found the boy passed out with a huge gash in his leg and bleeding profusely. He carried him in the house to my grandma, she took out her needle and thread and got to work. When she was done they loaded him into the pickup, went to the hospital, the doctor saw him and said looks good, so they went home.
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You should have been here yesterday!