motherhood

hidinginthebush

A farmer of ill health went to bed one night. While lying in bed he passed away quietly, and without pain. He arose to find himself standing at the gates of heaven with St. Peter. The farmer became quite distraught as the reality of being without his wife, who he loved very much, began to sink in.

Seeing his discomfort this put the man in, St. Peter offered to allow him to come back to life as a hen on the farm, this way, he would be able to see his wife every day, and his laying of eggs would enable him to still help his wife from beyond the grave. The farmer willingly accepted this offer.

He awoke to find himself sitting in the hen house. As the farmer was just beginning to adjust to the feeling of moving in a hen's body, he began to feel something starting to swell in his stomach. The swelling continued, and the pain was almost becoming too much to bear, causing him to cluck loudly, when suddenly it stopped with a wrenching pain. He looked down to see an egg in the hay below him. This caused a great feeling of content, leaving a warm glow in the farmer's belly as he basked in the soft aftermath of motherhood, a feeling, an unbreakable bond he'd never experienced in life as a man. He knew proudly that he had made this egg in his new form, and that either this would grow up to be his own little chick which he would love with all his heart, or it would provide sustenance for his dearly missed wife from his past life. As he looked down at his accomplishment, he felt the now familar swell in his stomach again, swelling bigger and bigger again, feeling it move through his body, about to drop with his previous egg, when suddenly he felt his wife kicking him, screaming "Wake up you dirty bastard, you just shiit the bed!"