Pulling her last bucket toward her Emily held her breath- she knew it was odourless, but it was merely a habbit.

This is it, the last one! she thought franticaly as she plunged her gloved hand into the bucket. Again in was mushy and lumpy... quite lumpy.

OOoohhh!!! what was this?!!! thought Emily as she felt something small and roundish, sort of squishy but with good resilient.

Pulling it out of the nasty poopy substance Emily saw that it was a bezoar.

"Oohh I found a bezoar!" she said excitedly.

At least now she could remove her gloves and wash her hands- just because.
Having found both the bezoar and the egg-intact lifted Emily's spirits.