9/10, best story ever.
 
>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."
>you are old.. so very, very old
>fortunately medical science has advanced enough to keep you alive
>you relax on your porch, listening to the mating calls of the animals
>the crickets chirp, the birds sing, and there is a constant, musical "Giwl fluffy, come here. Food for you." somewhere in the bushes
>you know you'd never be able to get close enough to see if it would even talk to you
>at least the spaghetti you leave out daily is gone
>life goes on
>your life has spanned five centuries
>every part of your body has been replaced several times over by this point, and you are a young man again
>you go for a walk around your neighborhood
>you see a crude drawing on the sidewalk in charcoal
>it points to your house and has a picture of a fluffy eating
>you have been leaving spaghetti out for a very, very long time now
>you wonder if the fluffies have a symbol for "fwiend"
>to call you "old" at this point would be a laughable understatement; you're a fucking relic of a bygone age
>you hear a knocking at your door, very low to the ground
>you open it, but there's no one there, just a bag full of gum wrappers, polished stones, and what is probably someone's wedding ring
>on it is a picture of a fluffy pony eating
>you take the valuables, leave the rest, and cook more spaghetti
>age no longer has meaning
>if people still used "A. D." it would be in five digits
>new physical laws have been discovered that make telekinesis and teleportation possible, and genetic engineering is beyond advanced
>humans are being encouraged to leave Earth and let nature flourish
>you hear a knock on your door low to the ground
>a herd of fluffy ponies looks up at you, although they're not nearly as fluffy as they once were
>"No go 'way, food human. Please no go 'way."
>you know what you must do
>you cook up a final batch of spaghetti and tell them that it will be your last
>you put something very, very special in it, and this herd's children will be gifted with flight and telekinesis
"Remember, little fluffies, friendship is magic."
>you leave the Earth
>"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