Clams?

Algernon had heard the myth of the fresh water clams that grew in the waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving. He had resisted looking until he heard that they may be ready for harvest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa required a license to harvest. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep when the young Crow came by to purchase a license. The venerable sage wanted the first crop to be his.