Kids at Play

I hear the rumbly Brrrrrrrruuuuummmm. Brrrrruuuuuuummmmm of a large piece of farm machinery starting up.

I hear a myriad of Moos, Honks, Baas, Neighs, Clucks, Meows coming from the barnyard.

I hear the farmer holler Who's hungry? as he heads out to the barn.

Tractors busily plowing, digging, spreading, combining, chopping, baling, or mowing fields.
Assorted barnyard animals live in a rather interestingly shaped barn.
A farmer busily feeds a bale to the small herd hungrily awaiting their morning grub.

To the two blond kids playing Barnyard, it doesn't matter that their animals are plastic and stand no higher than a few inches. It doesn't matter that their tractors are miniscule compared to the real deal and need 'hand power' to move. It doesn't matter that their fields are floors, chairs, couches and bales are blocks. It doesn't matter that their barns are made of Lincoln Logs.

In their imagination, their pint-sized living room farm is every bit as big and real as the one they really live on and they are farming just like their daddy.