And there before them lay the bright, white egg. It was peacefully sitting in a brown, rough nest on the oak tree. Tim immediately surged forward but Moby held him back.
"Wait," he said, in a gruff voice. "There could be protection around it."And sure enough, there was a gleaming, bluey-white bird sat on the thick branch, monitering the pair with beady eyes.
"But, how are we going to get the egg?" spluttered Tim. suddenly, a leopard attacked the bird and chased it as the astonished heron fluttered up quickly.

They crept home, the egg in there hands.