While she's doing that, Pharos is becoming increasingly exasperated that there didn't appear to be any sticks that matched his criteria for snowman-arms. But after a couple long minutes of wandering, the little boy locates what he's looking for.

And he'll return with one suitably thickish, spindly wooden stick and a dented old metal pipe with holes in it, looking mildly pleased with himself. There's no shortage of litter lying around in the park, it seems!