Seece on 11 March 2009
I was 9, and I was going on a picknick with my best friend, we stopped to feed the horses on the way there and one of them could obviously smell the sandwichs in my pack and decided to bite my thumb insted of the grass, continued to pull me over a barb wired fence.
I survived (obviously) but my thumb was .. mangled, I think I could see the bone.
