Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

I went to the Himalayas on Sunday to try to spot a yeti. I walked by a lawn full of primroses, stood underneath a giant sequoia, smelt the mass of wild garlic, saw the tree that went to the theatre, and climbed Everest. I hid in a den, hoping a yeti would appear, but alas, I did not see one (unless the pony I saw was actually a yeti in disguise.)