Bob was known for his love of a good night out, and one particular evening was no exception. After stumbling into bed late, he quietly slipped in beside his sleeping wife, unaware that the night had more surprises in store for him. As the sun began to rise, Bob found himself standing in front of the majestic Pearly Gates, rather than waking up in his own bedroom.
“Is this some kind of dream?” Bob wondered aloud, confusion etched on his face. St. Peter, warmly greeting him with a clipboard in hand, quickly dispelled any doubts. “Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep,” he announced with a sympathetic tone.
Bob’s jaw dropped in shock as he struggled to come to terms with the news. “This can’t be happening! I’m not ready to go. I have so much to live for!” he exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice. St. Peter, empathizing with Bob’s plight, offered a glimmer of hope. “There is one way you can return to the world of the living, but it comes with a unique condition – you’ll have to come back as a chicken.”
Bob, driven by his desire to return to his life, reluctantly agreed to the proposal. Before he could even process the implications, he found himself instantly transported to a nearby farm, covered in feathers and clucking involuntarily.
