Harold came home one night from a long day at work, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep, deep slumber.
The next thing he knew, he was standing before the Pearly Gates, where Saint Peter said to him, “Welcome Harold, you died in your sleep”.
Harold was stunned.
“I’m dead? No, I can’t be! I’ve got too much to live for. Send me back! Please can you send me back?”
Saint Peter told him, “I’m sorry Harold, but there’s only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken”.
Well, Harold was devastated, but begged Saint Peter to send him to a farm near his home.
The next thing Harold knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking at the ground.
A rooster strolled past. “So, you’re the new hen, huh? How’s your first day here?”
“Not bad”, replied Harold 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 Harold.
“Well, just relax and let it happen”, the rooster said. “It’s no big deal”.
So Harold relaxed, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!
He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood for the first time.
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…..
“Lloyd, wake up! You soiled the bed!”
Getting OLD just ain’t what they said it would be !!
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