She KNEW the shiny was in here somewhere. The niffler pulled on the fabric, undeterred by the human boy child trying to pull it high out of her grasp. It was her shiny. She saw it first.

But oh. Now there was other shinies. Different shiny. Silver shiny.

That definitely got her attention. She made grabby hands for it, releasing the fabric in her paws as the sickle flew past her. The decoy and distraction had done the trick. She chased after it, disappearing too into the bush.

Where did the shiny go? She needed it!