RABBIT (thinking): I don't make friends with snowmen.
The snowman moves slightly toward the rabbit, whose back is turned. RABBIT (thinking): Because they melt. And they leave me. Sad and alone.
The snowman is now right behind the rabbit. RABBIT (thinking): I protect myself. I keep my distance. I play it cool.
The snowman warmly hugs the rabbit. UNPROVOKED CUDDLE! RABBIT (thinking, with love in his heart): Dang it.
