After a night of overindulgence, Bob found himself in an entirely unexpected situation — standing at the Pearly Gates in front of St. Peter.
But instead of accepting his fate, Bob struck a deal to return to life… as a chicken. What followed was an egg-laying, feathery experience he never saw coming.
Stumbling Into Bed
Bob was known for enjoying his nights out a bit too much, and that evening was no exception. Late at night, he stumbled into bed, quietly sliding in next to his wife, who was sound asleep. Little did he know, the night was about to take an unimaginable turn.
As the first light of dawn broke, Bob didn’t wake up in his own bed. Instead, he found himself standing before the grand Pearly Gates.
“Am I dreaming?” he muttered, confused.
St. Peter, clipboard in hand, greeted him warmly.
“Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep.”
Bob’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“This can’t be! I’m not ready to go. There’s so much I haven’t done yet!”
St. Peter, sympathetically, offered a solution.
“Well, there is one way you could return, but only as a chicken.”
Desperate to get back to life, Bob reluctantly agreed. Without a moment to reconsider, he was instantly transported to a nearby farm, now covered in feathers, clucking involuntarily.
Clucking Confusion
Adjusting to life as a hen, Bob was met by a smug rooster.
“Well, well, look who’s new in the coop! How’s it going, hen?”
Bob, still in shock, responded,
“Not bad, but I’ve got this weird pressure inside me. I feel like I’m about to burst!”
The rooster laughed.
“Ah, you’re ovulating. Haven’t you ever laid an egg before?”
Bob, wide-eyed, shook his feathery head.
“Never.”
“Well, it’s easy,” the rooster said. “Just relax and let nature take its course.”
Bob hesitated for a moment, but then, to his surprise — and discomfort — he laid an egg. A rush of strange emotions followed, and for a brief moment, he experienced the inexplicable joy of motherhood. He laid another egg, then another. Just as he was about to lay his third, a sharp smack to the back of his head jolted him awake.
“Bob! Wake up!” his wife yelled. “You’re drunk again and pooping in the bed!”
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The she-wolf visited the village seeking food, and the forester, moved by her plight, offered help. Two months later, she returned, bringing company with her
On one particularly cold day, Forester Stephen was sitting in his house enjoying a cup of tea when an unfamiliar noise caught his attention. It came from under his fence and had the unmistakable growl of a wild animal.
Curious and concerned, Stephen went outside to investigate. After a moment’s thought, he decided to bring out some frozen meat, realising that the harsh cold was making it difficult for wildlife to find food. He knew this was particularly difficult for both the animals and local families.
The wild animal’s behavior seemed strange to Stephen. Wolves usually stay in their own territory and rarely venture into human settlements unless they are driven by extreme hunger.
Soon the she-wolf began to appear frequently at Stephen’s home. The locals became increasingly agitated and criticized Stephen for his actions. They were worried about the presence of a wolf so close to the village and left their children in the safety of their homes.
Despite growing pressure from his neighbors, Stephen ignored her complaints and continued to feed the wolf, realizing that a hungry wolf could pose a greater threat to everyone.
As winter ended, the wolf’s visits stopped, much to the relief of the villagers. But Stephen missed her presence, as he had become accustomed to her visits.
Spring arrived, bringing with it the familiar howling. Stephen rushed outside to find an unexpected sight: the she-wolf had brought her two pups with her. The animals watched him quietly, and it dawned on Stephen that the meat he had provided all winter was being used to feed their young.
With the arrival of spring, the wolf pack prepared to move to a new territory to ensure that they would no longer cause trouble to the villagers. The she-wolf said goodbye to Stephen in silence and from that moment on, no more wolves were seen in the area.
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