The dark side of Frankenmuth

Aha! I think those are brats in the back. I wonder if I would like them?

Oh, no! I don't like what I'm seeing in this case!

This guy offered to help me. His name is Fritz. Fritz KERN! Oh, no! He makes pork sausages!

He likes to play football, too, I found out. Quite unexpectedly.

Checking out the town

I've heard Pastor Paul talk about a place he likes to go in Frankenmuth.



It's called Kern's Sausages and he likes to buy their brats. Brats are a beef product, aren't they?

Oh, I like this place, too! What good taste they have in the photos they use in their decorating here. I hope I'm that good looking a pig when I finish growing.

Maybe I should buy some of these chips and candies. I bet that's why the hog's picture is here-so I'll know what to buy if I want to look like him. And I do want to look like him.

Maybe then Pastor Paul will want to pose for a picture with me, just like that girl with her pig.

Look at me!

This is so awesome! I've never ridden a camel before, have you?

I slip around a little on this blanket but I'm not sure we're actually moving. It doesn't seem like we're getting anywhere.

It's still pretty exciting to be up here. His legs are WAY longer than mine. I can see for miles from here.

Frankenmuth

I came back north for a little color tour. I was hoping it wasn't too late for the beautiful leaves but I guess I waited a little too long.

I happened to end up in Frankenmuth this weekend.



There were women everywhere. Once, I looked ahead a bit and saw some ladies from home. I tried to catch up to them so I could ask how Pastor Paul is doing without me. They were too fast for me, though.

These ladies stopped to talk with me. I found out that they are Free Methodist and they came to Frankenmuth for a ladies retreat. That explains why I saw those Lapeer ladies here.

This town seems to have a lot of things to see and do. I think I'll stay here for a few days.

Oh, and Pastor Paul? You could write me sometime and let me know how you are. Even though I haven't come home, I haven't stopped caring about you.

B & B

I got to stay in a swanky Bed and Breakfast recently. Swanky, isn't that a cool word? Say it with me. Swanky. Great word.




The proprietors let me sleep right here. I've always wanted to sleep in a bunk bed, way up in the air.

Another of my life's dreams come true!

Thankfully, they didn't light the fireplace. No roast pig here.

Did YOU vote?

Although I'm not a registered voter, one of my friends gave me his sticker because he knows how patriotic I am. And how much I like stickers.




Then he took me to Starbucks for a free coffee. They gave me one even though I didn't vote.

It's been a wonderful day.

Southern hospitality is a beautiful thing.

Battleground state?

I've heard that Virginia is a battleground state. That sounded quite interesting so I made my way here to check it out. I'm always interested in learning about history, soldiering, and military strategy.



So far, it's all been very friendly. No sign of soldiers anywhere. I wonder where the fighting is going on? I think I'll head inside and ask.

This nice lady held me up so I could read this more easily.

"Virginia is for Lovers"?

Now I'm really confused.

I guess this where you go when you want to quarrel with your beloved?

[Deep sigh] I really wanted to see some soldiers.