I made them again this morning, so here is a picture of my handiwork. They were all demolished again. I'm satisfied and pleased that it went over so well.
You'll see the little twisty one to the left: When I no longer have extra dough to make a whole biscuit, I twist it up and let the kids fight over it. They always want the oddly shaped one. My husband tells me his mom did some version of this as they were growing up too.