Secret snowman

Sunday afternoon. The kids are outside. A three-inch layer of perfect packing snow blankets the yard.

The back door opens.

"Dad!" exclaims Alice. Her cheeks are red. Her hat is dusted with snow. "I need a carrot, two buttons, and a scarf. I can't tell you why. It's a secret!"

"Okeedokey," I respond.

The door slams shut.

A moment later, it re-opens.

"Do we have a black top hat?"

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