But instead of accepting his fate, he struck a deal to return to life… as a chicken. What followed was a feathery, egg-laying experience he never saw coming.
Stumbled into bed
Bob had a habit of enjoying his evenings a bit too much, and one night was no exception. He stumbled into bed late, slipping in quietly beside his peacefully sleeping wife. Unbeknownst to him, the night held more surprises than he could ever imagine.
As dawn broke, Bob didn’t wake up in his familiar bedroom but instead found himself standing before the majestic Pearly Gates.
“Am I dreaming?” he wondered aloud.
St. Peter, with a clipboard in hand, greeted him warmly.
“Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep.”
Bob’s jaw dropped.
“This can’t be! I’m not ready to go. I’ve got so much to live for!”
St. Peter, empathizing with his plight, offered a solution.
“Well, there is one way you can return—but only as a chicken.”
Bob, desperate to get back to life, reluctantly agreed. Before he could protest further, he was instantly transported to a nearby farm, now covered in feathers and clucking involuntarily.
Clucking Confusion
Bob, adjusting to his new reality as a hen, was greeted by a rather smug rooster.
“Well, well, look who’s new in the coop! How’s it going, hen?”
