After a long day at the office, Ray came home and fell fast asleep next to his wife. But little did he know, his night was only just beginning. As he drifted off, he found himself in heaven, face to face with St. Peter.
St. Peter delivered the shocking news that Ray had died in his sleep. Ray was adamant that he couldn’t be dead, that he had too much to live for. He begged St. Peter to send him back to Earth, but there was a catch – he would have to return as a chicken.
Ray was heartbroken, but he agreed to the terms. He asked to be sent to a farm in his neighborhood, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by feathers, clucking and pecking at the ground.
A friendly rooster approached him and asked how his first day as a hen was going. Ray explained that he was feeling a strange sensation, like he was going to explode. The rooster calmly told him that he was ovulating and that laying an egg would relieve the pressure.
Ray had never laid an egg before, but with the rooster’s guidance, he managed to produce not one, not two, but three eggs. As he became a proud father, he felt a sense of joy and accomplishment.
But his happiness was short-lived. Just as he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a sudden jolt and heard his wife’s voice shouting, “Ray, wake up! You took a dump on the bed!” Ray’s wild ride from heaven to the bedroom had come to an abrupt end.
