It was the wild west. Honeydew was riding on her trusty horse, Awesome. She wore a tasseled poncho with really cool colors of fiery oranges, lime green, sunset reds, and turquoise blues. As she past by a few cacti, a vulture screeched above her. A giant tumble weed rolled by as she approached the baking town, swept up in the dust and shimmering air. As she slowly approached the town of Los Angles, a small town ,population tire, she approached the Saloon and walked in.