I was walking back from the pub one night and decided on a short cut, over some fields. Next thing I know is that a load of cows are following me, keeping in step. I walked slowly at first and they walked slowly, then I ran and they ran. They were looking at me with an evil look, whilst keeping up with me. I slowed down, thinking 'they're only cows, they're harmless', I even managed a chuckle to myself until I turned round and they were still running not just after me but at me.
I sprinted until I got to a fence and tried to vault it, but caught my leg on some barb-wire and I was hanging with one leg attached to the barbed-wire upside down and all I could see were this crowd of cows running at me. I just managed to rip my leg off the barb-wire before they got to me and get over the fence.
Still got the scar to prove it.