Oh god that is hilarious.

My great grandfather was by all accounts an intolerable, cranky motherfucker. However, the one thing that makes me proud to have his blood flowing through my veins is that fact that one time, a particularly nasty plow horse he was leading decided to rear up and try to crush him. As the horse's feet and head came down, Grandpa's fist went up and punched that cunt dead in the nose. Dropped to the ground out cold. Never tried that shit again.

I am a teeny tiny little woman with no muscle, but I still daydream about the day when a raging plowhorse will attack a group of schoolchildren and I will call on the strength of my ancestors and falcon punch that bitch through a wall.