The entire village had pooled their resources to buy a cow, but when they sent Pavel to Minsk to make the purchase he found they only had enough gelt to buy a heifer calf. When he brought the calf home the villagers were disappointed... they'd been looking forward to the milk and cream and good fresh butter... but, like good villagers everywhere they took the bad with the good and fed the calf for a year until she was fully grown and ready to breed.
When it was time, they again sent Pavel to town to locate a good bull. When he came back, they put the bull in the field with the heifer and waited and watched to see that he got the job done. But when the bull came over to the east fence, the heifer moved to the south fence. When the bull came to the south fence, the heifer moved to the west fence. When the bull came to the west fence, the heifer moved to the north fence, and so the bull wore away the day in fruitless pursuit.
The villagers, dismayed, didn't know what to do. They discussed it among themselves and decided to consult someone wiser than they, so they sent a request to the village rabbi. The venerable old man with his great gray beard walked slowly out to the field where the animals were kept, and watched them as the bull approached the heifer time after time, and the heifer fled coyly away. After nearly an hour of watching the cattle, the rabbi turned to Pavel.
All the creepy and/or horny and/or sex starved guys (i think that pretty much includes every male) that missed a chance to offer to show their sexy member should go stand in the corner in shame. No touching sexy member while there.
"How dreadful!" cried Lord Henry. "I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect." ~ Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray