“You’re ovulating, my friend. Relax and let nature do its thing. You’ve never laid an egg before?”
Bob shook his feathery head.
“Never!”
“Easy,” said the rooster, puffing up with pride. “Just trust the process.”
Moments later, Bob laid his first egg. A strange mix of discomfort and pride washed over him. Then another… and another. Each egg brought a weird sense of accomplishment. The farmyard chorus of clucks and crows cheered him on—well, at least in rooster logic. Just as he was about to lay a third, a sharp smack on the back of his head jerked him awake.
“Bob! Wake up!” his wife shouted. “You’re drunk again and pooping in the bed!”
Bob blinked. The farm was gone. He was back in his bedroom, heart racing, feathers… thankfully, imaginary. But the memory of his egg-laying debut would stick with him forever.
Bob survived the night, learned the true meaning of “clucking under pressure,” and earned a story that would leave anyone who hears it in stitches.
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