Harry did like he always does, kissing hiswife, crawling into bed and falling to sleep.
All of a sudden, he wakes up with anelderly mandressed in a coat standing in front of his bed.
"What the hell are you doing in mybedroom?......and who are you?" he asked.
"This is not your bedroom," the manreplied, "I amSt. Peter, and you are in heaven."
"WHAT!?? Are you saying I ' m dead? Idon ' t want todie.....I ' m too young."
said Harry. "If I ' m dead, I want you tosend meback immediately.""It ' s not that easy", said St.Peter ,"you can onlyreturn as a dog or a hen. You can chooseon your own..."
Harry thought about it for a while, andfiguredout that being a dog is too tiring, buta hen probably has a nice andrelaxed life. Running around with arooster can ' t be that bad.
"I want to return as a hen." Harry replied.And in the next second, he found himselfin achicken run, reallynicely feathered. But man, now "he" felt like there ar end was gonna blow........then along came the rooster.
"Hey, you must be the new hen on the farm." hesaid. "How does it feel?"
"Well, it ' s OK I guess, but it feelslike my rear end is blowing up.""Oh that!" said the rooster. "That ' sonly the ovulation going on.Have you never laid an egg before??""No, how do I do that?" Harry asked."Cluck twice, and then you push all you can."Harry clucked twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then ' Plop ' and an egg wason the ground.
"Wow" Harry said "that felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed.And you better believe that there wasyet another egg on the ground.
The third time he clucked, he heard his wifeshout:
"Harry, for Gods sake wake up, you ' reshitting all over the bed!"