Welcome to the miniature world of Boydsville! A world where wee lil’ Boyds Bears® live, work and play. Where every morning, you can hear the church bells echo through the valley and the streets come alive with the laughter and delight of children making their way to school. Where just a short ways out of town, farmers tend to their fields and the aroma of freshly baked apple pie fills the fresh country air. Overtime we’ll meet more members of the Boydsville Community….the merchants along main street in town, Boydsville wealthiest folks livin’ high in the hills in mansions that have stood for generations, and folks with simpler needs, finding comfort and shelter in their cozy lil’ homes nestled in the Boydsville countryside. Each multi-level Boydsville structure has a removable roof and floors and includes at least two wee-little townsfolk depicting everyday life in Boydsville. Each sculpted inhabitant measures less than ¾” tall and is hand-painted with precise detail and craftsmanship. The townsfolk can be removed from their Boydsville abode or kept inside…depending on the weather outside of course! Way up north, nestled deep inside the woods, sits Pastor John’s Woodland Church. As the mornin’ sun casts its colorful rays across the ol’ wooden pews, Pastor John stands ready at his pulpit, preparin’ the sermon for his devoted congregation. Alter attendant Jacob stands at the ready…waitin’ to greet each member of the parsonage as they arrive to hear Pastor John’s inspirin’ message of love, hope, and faith. As the sunset and night falls across Boydsville, Mr. and Mrs. Sitaspell enjoy nothing more than enjoyin’ a little peace and quiet infront of the ol’ brick fireplace while the little one sleeps upstairs. Ya see, life on the farm ain’t always easy…between tendin’ to the crops and the herds and chasin’ after the youngin’s, folks sure can get tired. But if ya ask the Sitaspell’s, nothings more satisfying than putting in an honest days work, surrounded by the ones ya love. Ya just can’t mention Boydsville School of Book Learnin’ without mentioning Mrs. Applesworth. Heck, she’s been teachin’ there for as long as folks can remember! Known always to have a book in hand and a dusting of chalk on her dress, she’s runs a tight ship, often telling her students, “If you’re not here to learn, then you’re in the wrong place!” Don’t believe it? Well just ask Tommy. You’ll find him sittin’ upstairs, wearin’ a dunce cap and lamenting over his “less than acceptable” classroom behavoir. If ya ask Farmer Jed, he’ll tell ya that early to bed, early to rise, may make a man healthy wealthy and wise…but mostly it just plain makes him tired! Such is the life for a farmer in the Village of Boydsville. While city folks, dressed in their fanciest duds, head out to their high falootin’ offices every morning, Farmer Jed and his son, Little Jed Junior, make their way to their office…their Big Red Barn. No shufflin’ papers or tendin’ to matters of high finance here. No Siree…instead Farmer Jed spends his days cleanin’ out the horse stalls on the first floor while Junior tends to the chickens in the loft.