No one wins

The girls were evenly matched, and although they both pulled as hard as they could, twisting at the garment stretched between them, neither of them could gain an advantage.

From the strained jogging trousers came a sudden, alarming, popping noise.

"My trousers are ripping!" Jodie exclaimed.

"They already ripped, that's why we're doing this!" Sandry retorted.

"No, I mean..."

With a brief but loud tearing noise, both girls suddenly flew apart from each other.

Sandry came crashing down into a bin, which upturned on her as she hit the floor and showered her in empty packets and screwed up paper. Jodie smacked into a wall-mounted cabinet, and sent several brass trophies to the floor in a loud clamour.

Each girl got up, holding a grey trouser leg in her hand. The garment they had been fighting over had been nearly ripped in half.

"Oops." Sandry said.

"That's torn it." Jodie replied, stepping past Sandry and tossing her half onto the rubbish. "Maybe we should try working together to fix our problem?"