"This stone was clearly something we saw together. Half of it should be mine. What right do you have to take all of it? Did you get my permission?"
"Nonsense. I was the one who found it and picked it up. It has nothing to do with you."
"Finders share!"
The two children's quarrel quickly drew the attention of a passerby. A young man with a Mohawk, earrings, and accessories heard them arguing and walked over. He glanced at them and asked sternly, "What are you doing? What are you fighting over?"
He looked like a stern parent, but judging from his hairstyle, clothes, and tattoos, he was clearly just a thug who had suddenly decided to play the good guy.
"I picked up an egg—an alien egg—and he insists it's his."
"But I was obviously the first one to see it and pick it up. He was just standing there. It has nothing to do with him." The boy clutched the oval stone in his arms, refusing to let go.
"Nonsense! We were walking down the road together, and you were only one step ahead of me. Even if you hadn't been there, I would have seen it. It was clearly something we both saw, yet you want to keep it all to yourself. That's way too much!"
Hearing this, the long-haired young man stroked his chin and looked at the boy hugging the stone. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Well, it's not that I want to criticize you, but since you found it together, it's like finding money—you should give the other person a share. This stone should be the same. How about I help you smash it open?"
The boy holding the stone immediately argued back, "If I found money, I'd hand it over to