After a night of drinking, Jack crept into bed beside his wife
Ann who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek
and fell asleep. When he awoke he found a strange man standing
at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who
the hell are you?" demanded Jack, "and what are you doing in
my bedroom?"

The mysterious man answered, "This isn't your bedroom. I'm St.
Peter."

Jack was stunned, "You mean I'm dead! That can't be! I have so
much left to do. I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to
my family. You've got to send me back right away."

St Peter replied, "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a
catch--we can only send you back as a dog or a hen."

Jack was devasted, but knowing there was a farm not far from
his house he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light
later and he was covered in feathers and clucking around
pecking the ground.

"This ain't so bad," he thought until he felt this strange
feeling welling up inside him.

The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new
hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?"

"It's not so bad," replies Jack, "but I have this strange
feeling inside like I'm about to explode."

"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've

never laid an egg before."

"Never," replied Jack.

"Well just relax and let it happen."

And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds an egg
popped out. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and
his emotions got the better of him as he experienced
motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg,
the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that
being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that had ever
happened to him!

The joy kept coming, and as he was just about to lay his
third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head
and heard his wife shouting, "Jack, wake up you drunken
bastard! You're shitting all over the bed."