Sunday Six.

From Through A Glass Darkly. (The working title of the pony/Lovecraft thing.) It's more than six because I can never, ever be concise.

Whiffletree sat beside the fire and watched the fishing. Luna’s magic made short work of it. Only moments later Cotton Candy was hunched over a fat trout, and Luna’s magic was dissecting a second one in an almost disturbingly neat fashion, planes of force tidily separating skin, guts, bones, head, and fins from the fish’s pale, striated flesh. Luna dropped everything else into the stream, and floated the pair of perfect fillets she’d made over the fire, while Cotton Candy curled up beside it, still clutching her fish and gnawing it happily.
“I thought ghouls only ate dead flesh?” asked Whiffletree.
Cotton Candy looked up, her teeth stained red, and chuckled. “Yes. I killed the fish first, and nothing says I must wait until it rots, though decay is a fine spice. Very few things eat living flesh, though.”

I super love Cotton Candy the ghoul (Cotton Candy is one of the original six Generation One pony toys) and I wish I had more for her to do in this story. :D