Wes blinks as he looks at the weird man in the middle of the road. He was heading to Ballonlea because someone said he might like the peace and quiet there. But with such a narrow, rocky rode, it was a little hard to progress from the rocky town.

"Peko!" Morpeko jumps out of Wes' pocket, scampers over his mechanical arm and jumps to the strange man's feet. Morpeko waves, enamoured by frilly horse's beautiful mane.

"Morpeko, don't pester strangers," Wes says gruffly.