We are at our cruelest when we use the hurt or misfortune of others to amuse ourselves and our friends. Too often laughter is purchased with pain.
Somewhere in the meadow, near the pond, the old farmer
was frantically searching for his teeth.

The barnyard is a reflection of ourselves. Domestic animals are every bit as self absorbed and frustrated as we are. Every bit as flummoxed by the society they live in and the society that governs their own. To that end this blog is dedicated to their little tragic universes where life is too much like our own. Visit often to discover what the Tragic Barnyard is up to.
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