[Beacon Hills didn't get much snow, but there had been a few winters that had enough for a tiny one. Nodding, he recalls the half of one that Stiles and him made one year.]

Yeah, but I mean, not entirely successfully. We ran out of snow before we could get the third part. So it was like... [Scott goes to gesture. His hands start to mime the round bottom, the smaller middle and then the instant tiny handful of snow for the head.]

It wasn't pretty. Stiles called it the Shrunken Head Snowman, which was pretty accurate.