We had horses when I was growing up. One horse in particular, Indiana, liked to do this "big dumb puppy" routine every morning when we went up to the barn to feed all the animals. Jumping up in the air, doing spins, making noise, generally being a spazz.

Well, one morning, mid-leap, he ripped ass. I mean, loudest fart I have ever heard. He was apparently pretty startled, too (or the force of the fart propelled him on his awkward horse-axis), because he fell right the fuck over. Totally missed his landing and crashed to the dirt. Got up, shook it off, checked to see if anyone was laughing at him and joined the herd heading towards breakfast.

I was sad when we sold that horse. Weird animals, man.