There was once a sperm called Arvy. He had a lot of friends and went to gymnasium daily to strengthen himself to be the one to mate when the moment of love-making arrives. So he practised with great enthusiasm, discipline and regularity the austerities that was laid out. There were a lot of folks who were also interested and they too took up exercising. There were alliances and there were also competitions. And then the the post man called hormone, brought the long-awaited message. There was indeed increased activity and there was going to be a mass evacuation. Arvy broke into walk, a run, a marathon and finally a sprint as the he reached the gate. By now, he had left the other sperms a long distance back. Suddenly he heard a woman shouting and screaming. He lost his momentum, zeal and then even started perspiring and took a U-Turn. As he came back, the others asked him why he was returning back. He shouted, "This is no love. This is a rape. I do not want to be born as an unwanted child and curse tomorrow my Father for the act and my Mother for sending me to an orphanage. If you heed my advice, you also don't go out." And all of them stopped one by one. The would-be Father then sadly wondered why the pen is limp.
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