It was just another of those wild nights for Bob – one too many drinks, a few too many laughs and a lot of dubious decisions.
But when he woke up, he found himself at the pearl gates and faced anyone other than St. Peter. When the truth was about his situation, Bob realized that his Shenanigans had unexpectedly turned at night.
Furthermore, something that could never have imagined – an eccentric agreement that would change his life (or rather his posthumous life) in the most progressive way he could imagine.
After the evening too much fun Bob found himself in an unexpected situation – before St. Peter u Pearly Gates.
But instead of accepting his fate, he concluded an agreement to return to life … like a chicken. This was followed by a bizarre adventure with egg layers that he never saw.
Bed
Bob tended to enjoy his night too much, and that particular evening was no exception. Later he crashed into bed and slipped quietly under the covers next to his peacefully sleeping wife. He knew a little, the night had a much bigger surprise in the store.
When the first light of the dawn broke, Bob found himself in his well -known bedroom. Instead, he faced Grand Pearly Gates.
“I dreamed?” He was thinking out loud.
St. Peter, the box in her hand, warmly greeted him.
“Bob, I’m afraid you died in your sleep.”
Bob’s jaw dropped.
“This can’t be! I’m not ready to go – I still have to live so much!”
Saint Peter, understanding his anxiety, offered a solution.
“Well, there is one way you can get back to life … But only as a chicken.”
Bob desperately returned and reluctantly agreed. Before he could protest, he was immediately transported to a nearby farm, now covered with feathers and worsened uncontrollably.
Clucking Confusion
Bob, who adapted to his new life like a hen, was welcomed by a somewhat smug tap.
“Well, look who’s new for Coop! How does it feel, hen?”
Bob, still in shock, hesitated for a moment before he replied.
“It’s not bad, but I have this strange pressure inside. I feel like I’m going to burst!”
Rooster laughed.
“Oh, you wrap. Don’t tell me you’ve never had your eggs before!”
Bob, his eyes wide, shook his gloomy head.
“Never.”
“Well, it’s easy,” Kohout said. “Just relax and let the nature do your thing.”
After a moment of hesitation, Bob tried it. To his surprise – and a slight discomfort – the egg came out. Bob overcame emotions, experienced unexpected joy of motherhood. He laid another egg and then another. Just as he was going to lay a third, the sharp slap on the back of the head woke him up.
“Bob! Wake up!” His wife screamed. “You’re drunk again and pooping in bed!”
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In the end, Bob’s Wild, Feather Adventure was nothing but a bizarre, drunk dream. When he woke up to swear his wife, he could not help, but laughing of the ridiculousness of it all.
While the dream could have been short-term, it served as a reminder that life can sometimes surprise you in the most anticipated ways-it is an experience outside the body in the afterlife or just an ordinary night that is a little mad. So, the next time you go too far, maybe just remember that you have checked twice if you are really awake before your feathers start losing!