I can see why the pups might be worried; I really hate Goldilocks, and she’s a kid. “She broke into a bear’s house,” I mumble in my defense. “Riiiiight.” Mason glances back at the kids, a few of whom are staring at us with wide eyes. “Listen, I appreciate your help, but maybe you should take this fascinating yet strange debate to your house. I’m sure your mate will love it.”
