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What does this ghoul's mind made of?

Mellow's face skewed for how air-headed Mayaa was and she was laughing at him. Great. She caused it and didn't notice, now she mocked at him. Very good......NOT!

Yet, she still couldn't answer that, he felt like if he yelled at her, he would bite his tongue. Thus, gave her more reason to laugh at him. Definitely not an option.

He made use of his best weapon, his eyes. Mellow glared at Mayaa intensively, hoping the stupid bird would catch his message. He can't say anything before he got up, silly.

Mellow was glad to hear Mayaa's annoying voice for once.

Aha, she finally figured it out = =;

But then she just stood there, she did NOTHING! The boil was disappointed, it just helped to prove his theory ghouls are a disaster and Mayaa, among all he had met, had the lowest IQ level. Candle Jack! Just help him get up, stupid bird. He yelled from his soul, didn't really open his mouth.

The stare developed into judgement, with eye squinting. He already flipped countless number of tables in his mind.

MOLESSSSSTTERRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGG

When Mellow was in mid-air, he was thinking about his butt being touched and then an acute pain. He might hear some crispy sounds of bone breaking he swore. That's why he said ghouls should never be trusted, they are monsters!

If he was unable to speak because of his weird posture, he was too painful to say nothing now. He wasn't a carrot, stupid bird......he wasn't planted inside the soil, jack!

He was done, so done from the mis-handle, the tiredness and the pains he shouldn't received. He just laid there like he was always a green carpet, cute ears drooped. At least he paid mercy, at least he was kind enough to inform the stupid ghoul he was alive. No joking, he won't be killed by a ghoul, not just one or two drops.

In the education he had, the pony should be the one who dropped people, not the other way. The tail slowly straightened up wobbly like a new born grass and waved feebly left and right before it slumped lifeless.

Mellow felt he lost something very important that day, a tear might drop from his tightly closed eyes. He buried his face into the ground, he could feel the precious part of his body being violated again and again.

Here Lies the Mighty Little Pony named Mellow Marsh.

Mellow should be a ghost if he was a real pony in human world, he could leave this cruel world peacefully but - the problem was HE JACKING WASN'T! He eagerly wished he was. Instead, he could only squirm like a tiny earthworm and quietly sob internally instead of accusing her as molester like a stupid ghoul would do and screamed at the top of his lungs until all the glasses broke.

He was not a carrot, not even the green carrot. Look at his beautiful tail, it's of vivid freshly mint green, not something dull jacking carrots. Maybe the pain from his butt was too much that he began to think wildly.

Mellow was too exhausted, body and soul to screech like a little girl. Please someone, boils only save him from this stupid bird devil........

Why she started digging? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

When he heard of the earth digging sounds, all he thought was finally he could rest in peace. His face buried under thin soils was so peaceful and calm, with a gentle smile that wasn't too visible, like always. No more torments, no more painful memories, he needed not to be afraid.

Mellow didn't hear Mayaa's yelling, he was leaping over to another world - a world null of females.