Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. No doubt about it, Big Mac knew something was wrong.
What threw him off? Maybe the fact that his legs could be mistaken as jello, his torso as thin as a skeletons, and instead o the definite sign that he was a stallion, his mane and tail were in braids and went down to his wobbly hooves. There was also the fact that everything grew while he was sleeping, everything he looked at was at least 12 feet tall when he woke that morning. Or he shrunk. Nah... not possible. He had to somehow rock-climb his way down his un-sturdy sheets just to see how he looked in the mirror, something he did every morning to make sure something like this didn't happen. And, unfortunately, today was the day.
It also happened to be the day of the apple bucking contest. Of course it was.
He had to admit, he was pretty scared for what would happen next; horrified, even. But did he show it? No. Thats not what a true stallion would do.
To his horror, a puddle formed at the base of his hooves.
Great, he thought, this day just keeps. Getting. Worse.
Well, he shrunk, and pissed himself, poor Big Mac