Waiting for Eggs

Everyone gets shown the same picture. A crowd of sperm, tails going, all pointed the same way. Ahead of them one round thing, pale and enormous and entirely still. The story attached to it never varies either: millions set off, one arrives, he breaks through, and she is fertilised. It is a good story. It has a hero and an obstacle and a prize. It is also, in almost every particular, not what happens.