As they approach the edge of the forest and spy the shack, Mars kneeled immediately a make-shift club in hand. If he had had time, he would have used the edge of the can lid to sharpen the wood into a spear, but there had been none, so he would use it as a club.<br/><br/>“Our luck, it will be the three bears from Goldilocks,” he responded quietly, watching the shack intently for any other movement.