"You're not having it" said the Crow.

Whatever it had in it's beak was being well guarded. The crow was all keyed up ready to go and watching Jonty in case he came after it. Jonty wasn't particularly interested though, he was sniffing around a bit of branch that had been dumped on the playing field. Just caught him as he glanced across at the crow.

Just thought to blow it up and can see it's a snail in the crows beak.