"Look Moby, we've found it!" Sighed Tim.
"Um, what are we looking at?" Asked Moby in a confused voice. He was peering into the distance, expecting to see an incredible palace. Tim wouldn't tell him what they came to find.
"You'll see," He would say maddeningly.
"Look down there, no, down there," Tim was pointing to a tiny shoot that looked like a normal shoot that would one day join all the other trees in the jungle. The exited explorer scooped the shoot into a jar and put the jar in his backpack.
"This shoot grows money!" He whispered dramatically.