[Kiddo Charlie comes charging up to the nearest person with a big, stupid smile on his lil face. The average onlooker might place him at about seven or eight, but he's pretty small for his age. He's taken his coat off and is using it as a basket for the armful of snowballs he's carrying. It's way too cold to be running around with only a light hoodie on, but he's got more important stuff to worry about. Panting, he holds up his bounty as he approaches.]

Look! I couldn't find any rocks so I made a bunch of snowballs. Where do you think the train tracks are around here?