What does a green pony have to do with my soul not being heated enough??? Moreover, he seems so happy and content, unlike myself at this time. Making things contrary to my mental feeling is kinda weird I must confess.
But it happens to me often. I feel I should be drawing crying frogs sitting in the rain looking at the sky. Or are they already there, lying under the pony's hooves? Happy ponys always step on my sad frogs. Yes. All the time.
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