Eeyup

Big Mac wakes up to find loads of other ponies wandering around. If the ponies hadn't all been Big Mac, maybe that would've made a bit more sense

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the thousand or so copies of Big Mac were happily going about their day.

Something about that doesn't seem right. Something is off, and Big Mac doesn't understand how it happened. He'd just woken up that morning and nothing was the same. What to do?