On a nice sunny but reallly chilly day four brave musceteers saddled their rides
and headed towards the coast where sun was starting its way up,
only to come down again very soon.
On their way to the saloon they were headed they encountered some of most challenging
unnatural forces known to man! A cold breeze turned their faes red and made their fingers feel like it was
middle school all over again. I think its called WINTER!
Finally when the musceteers found the saloon they were welcomed by big cheap hamburgers and nice cup of coffee.
Good sunday. And all four of us got back safe too.
-Flink