kind of like Truth

The acorn falls to the cement.
The crow lands beside it.
He places one foot on the nut, and pecks at it with his nose.
He hears distant traffic and picks the large acorn up in his small beak. He looks around. Satisfied that the traffic is far away, he places the nut down and pecks at it some more, holding it steady with his right foot.
He wants what is inside. But it will take work to get to it.
He contemplates flying up and dropping it to the concrete again. But another crow swoops in from behind and lands near him.
He picks up the acorn and flies away.
He is not ready to share this prize.
Although he holds it now, he does not even know how to access it yet himself.