Naelyan, I love those character photos! Mickey's makes me laugh!
I realized I'm far behind on my photos, so here are some from my trip to Sauder Village in Ohio, ah, last June. (Though if you're keeping up with my Daily Duffy blog then you've seen them as "Duffy's Spring-ish Voyage.")
This is unexpectedly timely because Sauder Village is a LITTLE like Williamsburg. Ilovegreataur, If you have any tiny bears, I would at least totally smuggle one in your bag and take pictures whenever you and your friend go your separate ways.
Personally, I think tolerance of (or even eventual affection to) the bears speaks to their tolerance of YOU, or possibly their own self-esteem (if they're afraid to be seen with someone they think is "weird"). I had my bears with my brother, sister-in-law, their baby, my cousin, my aunt, and my mom. OK, I do believe my aunt thought I was a bit off my rocker, but she was kind enough not to actually say anything. My other relatives were fine, and a very few of the volunteers got a real kick out of the bears.
Granted, I'm not sure how my aunt would've reacted if I had a larger bear. (Which I wouldn't want around a small child anyway because I wouldn't want him getting the idea it was HIS. The baby was small enough last trip it wasn't a worry.)
Anyway. This is in the basket shop. Rather literally.
Outside the herb shop.
Inside the cooper's shop. Also literally.
Yes, they must always get into any food, even when it's not real.
Glass blowing shop!
(I had to hold my tiny bears VERY tightly or that could have gotten very, very expensive.)
This is right outside...Tiny Shellie May got an itty bit wistful here.
In one of the churches:
OK, I'm starting to suspect my bears just like to sit.
Tiny Shellie May got the button stuck so it beeped for a really long time.
Tiny Duffy and Tiny Shellie May were both fascinated by the waterwheel!
It was rather warm out, but lounging on a wool (?) blanket may not be the best idea.
Tiny Duffy wishes they had a waterwheel.
I think the scale is a little off.
And the bears liked it in the grass, until I told them it was a bucolic setting.
Somehow they associated that with bubonic plague rats and they were skittish the rest of the day.