Two old men

>On a park bench sit two old men, at their feet are fluffy ponies
>One man is feeding them cookies, the other is hitting them with his cane
>"Abe" said the nice man "Why do you hate these creatures?"
"Well, Hugh, what's to like about them?"
"They're geedy, selfish, filthy abominations of science."
"All they do is eat and breed, contributing nothing of value."
>Hugh tossed a cookie to the group of fluffies
>"What about companionship, is that not important?"
"Not if that companion is destined to die of its own stupidity."
>"What about intelligence? These are thinking, talking beings."
>Abe punts a purple mare into a nearby pond
"Created to do so. A mockery of human achievement, nothing more."
>"They feel though, look at the foal you hit, it's crying."
>Abe picks up the crying foal and pulls a cookie out of the bag
>The foal's crying stops immediately
>"Wan nummies!" it says happily
>Abe smiles then drops the foal onto the hard ground
>It begans to cry again but stops when it sees the cookie
"Look how easily it forgot how hurt it is, its legs are broken."
>"Don't you think we owe it to them to provide compassion?"
"For what reason? Because they're cute?"
>"They didn't ask to exist."
"I didn't ask for them to exist either but now they're a problem for me"
>Hugh sighed, patted a couple fluffies and stood up
>"I guess we'll never see eye-to-eye."
>As he left, Abe pulled a cookie out of the bag
>After waving it in front of the fluffies, he tossed it into the pond
>They all dove in after it, drowning quickly
>While the old man laughed, his foot crushed the injured foal
>All in all, it was another fine day at the park