Brad came home from the pub late one Friday evening
stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed
beside his wife who was already asleep.
He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When
he awoke, he found a strange man standing at the end of
his bed.
'Who the hell are you?', demanded Brad, 'and what are
you doing in my bedroom ?'
The mysterious man answered,
'This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter ..'
Brad was stunned…
'You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much to
live for - and I haven't said goodbye to my family. . .
You've got to send me back straight away.'
St Peter replied,
'Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We
can only send you back as a dog or a hen.'
Brad was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not
far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen.
A flash of light later, he was covered in feathers and
clucking around, pecking the ground.
'This ain't so bad', he thought until he felt this
strange feeling welling up inside him. The farmyard
rooster strolled over and said,
'So you're the new hen, How are you enjoying your first
day here ?'
'It's not so bad, but I have this strange feeling
inside like I'm about to explode.'
'You're ovulating',
explained the rooster.
'Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before.'
'Never', replies Brad.
'Well just relax and let it happen'.
And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds
later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense
feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got
the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the
first time.
When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness
was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as
a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him . .
. Ever!!!
The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his
third egg, he felt an enormous smack on the back of his
head and heard his wife shouting...
‘Brad, wake up, you drunken bastard. You've shit the
bed!!’
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