Al came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into
a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, 'You died in your sleep, Al…'
Al was stunned. 'I’m dead? No, I can’t be! I’ve got too much to live for. Send me back!'
St. Peter said, 'I’m sorry, but there’s only one way you can go
back, and that is as a chicken.'
Al was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home. The next
thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, Clucking, and pecking the ground.
A rooster strolled past… 'So, you’re the new hen, huh?
How’s your first day here?'
’Not bad,’ replied Al the hen, 'but I have this strange feeling
inside. Like I’m gonna explode!'
’You’re ovulating,’ explained the rooster.
’Don 't tell me you’ve never laid an egg before? '
’Never,’ said Al.
’Well, just relax and let it happen,’ says the rooster . 'It’s no big deal.'
Al did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!
Al was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another
egg – his joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and
heard his wife yell…
’Al! Wake up. You [filtered word] the bed!'