Bob came home late one night after an evening out, tired and a little unsteady on his feet. He quietly slipped into bed beside his sleeping wife and closed his eyes, drifting almost instantly into a deep sleep. But instead of waking up to morning sunlight, Bob found himself standing before shining gates in a peaceful, glowing sky. A tall figure greeted him kindly and said, “Bob, you passed away in your sleep.” Bob’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I’m dead? That can’t be! I still have so much I want to do. Please send me back,” he pleaded. The gatekeeper paused thoughtfully before replying, “There is one way you can return — but only if you agree to come back as a chicken.” Though shocked and unsure, Bob agreed, hoping it was better than never returning at all.
In the blink of an eye, Bob felt feathers cover his body. He now stood in a sunny farmyard, pecking at the ground and clucking without meaning to. A proud rooster strolled over and greeted him. “You must be the new hen. Welcome to the farm! How’s your first day?” Bob, still adjusting to his new form, replied, “Not bad, but I feel a strange pressure inside, like something important is about to happen.” The rooster nodded knowingly and explained that this was a natural part of farm life. He encouraged Bob to relax and let nature take its course. A few moments later, Bob experienced something completely new — he had laid an egg. To his surprise, he felt a deep sense of accomplishment and pride. Soon after, he laid another egg, feeling strangely fulfilled in his new role.
Just as Bob prepared for a third egg, he suddenly felt a sharp tap on the back of his head. Everything around him blurred, the farmyard fading into darkness. A familiar voice broke through the silence. “Bob! Wake up! What on earth are you doing?” Startled, Bob opened his eyes to find himself back in his own bedroom. His wife stood beside the bed, looking both confused and amused. Bob realized he had been dreaming the entire time — and, judging by his wife’s raised eyebrow, he had been moving around far more than a sleeping person normally should.
Bob sat up, embarrassed but relieved to be home and human again. His wife shook her head with a smile and said, “Next time you come home late, just go to sleep normally — no farm adventures needed.” Bob laughed nervously, promising himself that he’d be more careful with late nights in the future. And from that day on, he never forgot his strange dream — a funny reminder that life’s second chances, even imaginary ones, can teach us to appreciate where we truly belong.
