As they drew near, the cow suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool, the pail, and even the milkmaid herself, and all fell on the china ground with a great clatter.
You kick the door to your house down as you storm outside, your mission clear: liberate the world of this mind-controlling monster, and in the process make people care about quality television again.
In her place I should either have kicked down the walls of the house, or lain down and given up, putting the full responsibility for my care on that Providence that she was so sure watched over the sparrow's fall.