Ben Eggy

Ben Eggy, as he would later be known, began his life in the humble confines of a beige, speckled egg. He spent his days, or what he perceived as days in the muffled darkness, rocking back and forth, contemplating the mysteries of the universe. “Why am I here?” he’d ponder, or at least, he would have if he’d developed the capacity for thought. Instead, he mostly just jostled about, getting increasingly impatient.

One fine morning, with a mighty peck and a determined shove, Ben Eggy burst forth into the world, a damp, wobbly chick with wide, curious eyes. The world was a cacophony of clucking, pecking, and scratching, and he, a tiny ball of yellow fluff, was right in the middle of it.

Life as a chick was all about eating, sleeping, and pooping, with the occasional frantic dash away from the overzealous rooster. He quickly discovered the joys of pecking at corn kernels, the sweet taste an explosion on his undeveloped palate. He also learned the art of the dust bath, the fine grains of sand tickling his downy feathers.

As weeks turned into months Ben Eggy’s downy fluff gave way to sleek, white feathers. He sprouted a proud comb and wattle, and his voice, once a pathetic cheep, deepened into a respectable “cock-a-doodle-doo!” He discovered the thrill of chasing hens, though his initial attempts were often met with a flurry of indignant squawks and pecks.

His first birthday was a grand affair. The entire coop was decked out with streamers made of colourful feed bags. There was a cake made of mashed corn and mealworms, and even a piñata fashioned from a hollowed-out gourd filled with tasty grains. Ben Eggy, the guest of honour, strutted about with a cocky air, accepting the adulation of his fellow chickens.

But Ben Eggy yearned for more than the simple life of a farmyard rooster. He wanted to make others laugh. He started practicing jokes, observing the world around him and twisting it into punchlines.

“Why did the human cross the road?” he’d squawk to a group of giggling hens. “To prove he wasn’t a chicken!”

“What do you call a human who tells dad jokes?” he’d crow to his rooster buddies. “A comedi-hen!”

His jokes were silly, his delivery awkward, but his infectious enthusiasm and goofy charm won over the farmyard crowd. He even started incorporating physical comedy into his act, his clumsy attempts at flying and his exaggerated strutting drawing roars of laughter.

Word of the comedic chicken spread beyond the coop. Soon, farmers and their families would gather to watch Ben Eggy perform. He even caught the eye of a talent scout, who landed him a spot on a local television show.

Ben Eggy, the once ordinary chicken, had become a stand-up sensation. He toured the country, performing in theaters and stadiums, his unique brand of farm humour delighting audiences of all ages. He even published a bestselling autobiography titled “From Coop to Comedy.”

And it all started with a simple dream, hatched in a beige, speckled egg.