Hey, weren't we just playing a nice, peaceful game of farm!
Where did all the animals go?
I guess this is what happens when you are married to a person who likes to hunt.
And likes to take his young children hunting with him.
See the red and yellow dots behind Tristan's right elbow... that is the 'dead pile.'
Run little rainbow animals, run!
That is not farmer Tristan anymore.
And that is no longer an imaginary bucket of grain he has in his hands!