>50 years pass
>you are an old man walking alone in the rain
>you see a piece of fluff run past you and remember fluffy ponies from your youth
>you carefully follow the soggy fluffy pony (why isn't it drowning?) as it carries a leek in its mouth
>it is bringing it to a shelter made of cardboard
>the rain beats on the makeshift home and several others like it
>it spots you
>"Munstah!!", it yells, and immediately fluffy ponies bolt out of the shelters in all directions
>a few of the males stand their ground, expecting you to attack them and not their young
>shocked by this turn of events, you drop down and say "Fwiend."
>"No. No fwiend."
>you nod and quietly leave, understanding that these are not the same as the fluffies you knew
>Darwin always wins in the end