Jeff stood, shocked, in the middle of the yard. He was going to be a chicken for the entire week?!
The dawning realisations hit Jeff in waves.
First, he realised that he was now a chicken. This made his heart skip a beat and he froze on the spot in shock.
Second, realised he was going to be stuck this way for a week with no access to the Chronivac and with no exit plan. This made his stomach squirm.
Third, he realised he was fenced in on a barnyard. All around him was chickenwire, and in the corner was a coop. There were other chickens picking at the ground with their beaks and clucking quietly. Jeff realised he wasn't just stuck here for a week, but that he'd be stuck here for a week pushing eggs out of his butt. This realisation sent him running around the pen in a panic, hoping to find some way out.
As he tried to run like a human, he constantly fell over, flapping his wings and clucking loudly. Any farmer seeing this would assume he was injured. His panicked flailing sent the other chickens cawing and running around.
'Gahd demmit!' a voice yelled out, 'Don tell me 'em coyotes are back agin!'
A large ball of a man in a checkered shirt and thick overalls bounced over to the chicken coop and saw the commotion. He immediately noticed one of the chickens was flailing and seemed to have trouble walking. He'd seen something similar before, where a chicken had some kind of injury and became an unprofitable disruption. That chicken had been a female and the farmer was quite reluctant to put it out of its misery. Thankfully, this one was a rooster, and culling it wouldn't put a dent in his egg profits. Dinner for the evening was decided.
It was an unfortunate way for Jeff to find out that, no, he wouldn't be spending the week laying eggs. The silly boy hadn't been thinking straight - only hens lay eggs, of course. Jeff hadn't predicted this outcome, as the large farmer collected a nearby axe and grabbed him by the neck...