Boiling Springs Lake and Hardball Farms. While those toponyms put it all out there—the pain, the anguish—Pleasantville is coy. Pleasant. Does this look pleasant?
The pig in his barbecue grill jail, the flames swelling at his back—that's pleasant?
Well, for him, it probably is. We lost our heads for a minute. This isn't one of our scheduled Festivals of Cruelty, wherein the animals are truly terrorized and hounded to the brink of death and beyond.
This is party time. The animals are honored guests, proud for the chance to die and experience the oblivion they've spent their lives pursuing.