Badger Football

Last night there was some scuffling going on outside the front door.  I'd already heard the milkman go squeaking by in his electric delivery wagon.  Through the narrow gap in the curtains, I could see two badgers tussling with the bottle of milk that had been delivered.  It was on its side and seemed to be being passed from one badger to the other as each in turn stood on its cylindrical shape, making it shoot off.  It was only when it was scuffed backwards by one of the creatures - obviously playing in a defensive position - that the bottle struck the wall and smashed, spilling milk everywhere.  Glass all over the footpath.  The milk was quickly licked up.  Game over, scoreless draw, and, luckily, no red cards and no injuries.