I expected the snowman I built for the boys to melt the next day. I did not make it top quality. The head was snow packed in a bucket. The two body pieces were merely piles of snow I loosely dumped and packed with my hands.
The unexpected result was a heavy-headed snowman that did a slow-motion limbo dance.
On the afternoon of the sixth day I let Gallant whack its head off with a walking stick.