Another day, another supply of milk the deliverer forgot to leave at your doorstep. Or maybe he got killed on the way. Either is pretty plausible.

Pressing your face against the glass of your front door, you glance with jealousy at your neighbor's doorstep, which has twofold the amount of milk you're supposed to get. Surely, if you sneak a bottle away, no one will notice?

You creep through the grass like a stealthy striped meowbeast, except the grass is kept pretty well-mowed so really you’re just tip-toeing out in the open. You barely manage to extend a hand towards your desired beverage, when your neighbor Equius, built like a brickhouse and just about as hard to get through to, opens the door and stares at you in stupor. Aw, fiddlesticks.