This is from a long sequence on the walls of a tomb (brought from Egypt and reconstructed in the Met -- filled with screaming running children and people pushing buggies and strollers in these very narrow corridors and tiny, tiny rooms) belonging to a middling functionary of the Old Kingdom, again early in its establishment. It's the entrance, in a way, to the Met's Egyptian galleries. Thus, certainly the screaming children, particularly on a holiday.
I liked this because if you look at this wall's sequence of sacrifice, it's almost like stop animation. The bull selected, garlanded, led to the place, killed, blood caught and offered, and the flesh dismembered.
The damned kids though kept screaming that they wanted into that tiny chamber to see. "GET OUT! YOU GET OUT RIGHT NOW! LET ME IN! I I I I WANT TO SEE! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T GET OUT!" Nevertheless inside, they couldn't see because they were too short, and they didn't have the eyes to see it anyway, any more than their parent(s). You get nothing out of this if you duck in and duck out again. You need to be patient and look, which as impatient and self-centered as just about everyone is, means they hate you for being so. I understand viscerally much better now how that poor Wal-Mart greeter got trampled and none of his tramplers even stopped to notice. This country is beyond reform, beyond repair.