Then the next day one of the mares cut herself on the disk harrow so I moved everything into the barn.
I know from experience how much that hurts. A related story if I may.
Years ago (when I was a kid), we were playing a game of kick-the-can. Well, it's dark and I'm running as fast as I can to get away. I circled around the corner of some trees at full speed and forgot.... My dad parked a set of disks there the previous day.
Well, full speed into it I went. First, the leg caught one of the front disks straight on which obviously stopped that leg from proceeding. Therefore, I took a face dive into the rest of the implement.
I was a mess. My screams brought other kids to my assistance who carried me into the house. (Oh, there's a party going on at the house so all the grown-ups were there in the living room). They carry me and I'm completely covered, head-to-foot in blood. At this point, all the moms start screaming (as they literally dropped their drinks to the floor). My Dad grabs me from the kids that carried me in and lays me down on my moms new couch. He proceeds to strip me naked to assess and fix the wounds.
For me, the worst part was being embarrassed being striped naked in front of everyone. I did have a whole bunch of cuts and bruises but nothing life-shattering.
Suffice it to say, the new couch was shot due to blood. The blood and drinks on the carpet came up
for the most part.