..."At last Moby, we've found it!"

Before them was a deep valley surrounded with small but lush copes that were scattered in clumps. On the other side of the valley was a glistening lake, it was so still it gave the impression the surface had never been touched. Although, as if these heavy features of the jungle were not fabulously beautiful enough there was bushes. The very bushes they had been coming for.

Tim rushed forward and plucks crimson berry and smothers it into his mouth.
Then there is a defining rumble. "How dare you pick the berry of justice."