I pretended to be startled (like I do just about every morning).
Then he said, "Hey, mom, I had bad dreams last night."
"Oh, yeah? What happened in your bad dreams?"
"There was this chicken and it just kept pecking at my eye."
At that point I noticed that there was a little scratch near his eye, so I moved him into the light, got a good look, then grabbed my camera to take some pictures. Because I'm a good parent.
That must have been one mean chicken.