The so-called Happy Meat phenomenon finally comes out of the closet. This place puts the word front and center. It's one big happy time down on the farm!
The cow is smiling to beat the band! Talk about your wholesome good time!
Bundle the kids in the car and head on down. Depending on the season, you can enjoy a pumpkin patch, corn maze, and hayrides. And don't forget the multitudes of grinning animals.
Please contain your confusion and alarm when you discover that not every activity there is suitable for the whole family.
This flier—a promotion for the same happy farm—was under windshield wipers in our actual neighborhood, on our very street:
Granted, the sheep look a little cheerful, we suppose. Nothing to rival the toothy cow from the website, but still. They appear happyish, right? In spite of the dissonance created by the very name of the establishment—happy time… slaugherhouse?—the sheep are at least bearing up well.
They're exhibiting stoicism, maybe, more than actual happiness. Or a gritty determination to meet the end with courage and nobility, perhaps.
Then again, could it be the grim acceptance of impending death? The misery of their fundamental impotence? The rage of the condemned?
Oh, but just look at us go on, with our anthropomorphism and our habit of making everything complicated. Let's just start over, shall we?
See the happy animals. They are happy. They will die happy. Good night, everyone!