“I am fine,” Jeannie assured her new friend. “It was just a very sudden stop. Did we run into something? Why are we no longer moving?”
She stood brushing the snow off her knee. Honestly, she was rather amused by the idea of snow shovels for arms. “Are there shovels nearby? I do not wish to deprive someone of tools that they might need in this weather. But that would be very funny, would it not?”
She sighed, then added sotto voce, “I could just make some, but I so wanted this to be a traditional snowman.”
Moving around the stalled snowball, she queried, “Why do you think we have stopped?”