Don't count your eggs

The only luck Rossco had was the giant beehive seemed empty. The Jag-tooth Mountains were not a place that one wanted to be on principal. If there was worse places to be lost he didn't know of them.

Giant bees used a whole mountain as a hive. If this place was abandoned he could make it to the other side safe from the elements and predators. The wax tunnels were maze-like, his compass helped, but it was getting harder to keep track of time. Every so often he'd find a small pocket of honey and wished he could take it with him. Such honey was a delicacy that sold for a lot. At least it gave him something to eat and didn't dehydrate him like normal honey might.

Feeling tired, he decided to stop for the night. He found a smaller cell that seemed empty. It offered some protection if there was something roaming about. Inside he found a small round golden orb. A dud egg, collectors would pay a small fortune for such a one of a kind item and it wasn't too big to take.

The next several days he continued on while dreaming about what he'd do with his fortune. The air was starting to smell fresher so he knew he had to be nearing the exit. Then one night the egg started to move. Out of it came a foot long golden...slug. Rossco wondered if this made it worth more. Rich people bought weird things after all.

"Ah! MONSTER!" the larva cried then scurried off with surprising speed. Rossco started to give chase but then heard a low humm deep below.

"Nope! Nope nope nope!" He said turning to follow the fresher air. Only a fool would chase a fortune he'd never live to spend.