Hey comrades! I'm finally back, and with a new chapter. It rocks, and its short, but so are all of them. So read, and enjoy (and review….or I'm pumble you with cookies).

A Letter From Jet

He sat in a tree, close to the river. He felt the breeze on his face, and treasured it as it rushed through his perfect hair. He smiled and his teeth sparkled. "Perfect…" he said as he pulled out an empty scroll.

"She hasn't heard from me in a while… She wouldn't have of course, since I was frozen to a tree. Not only that, but it was a pointy tree, and it had ants! Not just the black kind, but the red ones that can bite and itch. Of course, none of them bit me or dared to itch me… I must have been to pretty for them. Anyway, I think its time that we reconnect." He got out his new P-E-N (five finger discount, baby!) and began to write.

Oh, my dear Katara,

How I've missed you so

The way the wind blows your hair

Makes you shine like…

"Ok, this was a tough one. Just think, Jet, think… What rhymes with so? Toe, mow, cold, mold, sold, gold… That's it! Gold!"

Oh, my dear Katara,

How I've missed you so

The way the wind blows your hair

Makes you shine like gold

Your hair is like a flower

It grows oh so lovely

I'll sing to you my darling

Like a really good hubby

"Whoa! Can you say 'creepy'? I can't write that! She'll have me pumbled with…more water! And that stuff is too cold for comfort. I may have looked oh so debonair against that tree, but what's the point of looking so hot if there's no one to see me? But I was gorgeous, you've got to admit that. Ok, onward with the poem!"

Oh, my dear Katara,

How I've missed you so

The way the wind blows your hair

Makes you shine like gold

Your hair is like a flower

It grows oh so lovely

I'll sing to you my darling

While you become oh so bubbly

I'm always here to hold you

When you need me in the storm

I'll wipe the tears away

Just wait for me…

Dum,dum

Dummmmmmmmmmm…

Another day

Jet put down the P-E-N and held back the paper. It looked good, but it needed something… Ah ha! He's got it! He picked up his Pampering-Excellent-Neato thingy (or so he calls it) and once again put it to the scroll.

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Katara practiced her waterbending by the lake. One and two, and one and two, and… She went along with the beat. So engulfed in her work, she hadn't noticed a parrot-bird coming up the road. It galloped along, carrying a messenger on its back.

"Umm…" he said, "…is there a Miss Katara here?" She turned around and greeted the man. He gave her a letter, and road off. She held the scroll diligently.

"Wow, no one ever sends me mail. I wonder what it could be!" Just as she was about to open it, Sokka grabbed it from her.

"Hey! Let me see that first. The Fire Nation could have filled it with poisonous coal or something like that." He unrolled the scroll.

"Whoa! What the…" he said. Katara had no clue what was going on. "Sokka, give it!"

"No way! This is gold!" Toph and Aang came from a nearby tent fifteen seconds later. "What's going on?" Toph asked.

Sokka held up the scroll, and Aang and Katara just had to gasp. "What is it?" Toph asked.

It was a short poem, and under it was a picture of Katara (supposedly the way that Jet saw her). She was bending a river into a heart forming around the word "Jet", and her head looked like a melon, while the rest of her looked like a blue stick. It had to be the ugliest picture and the worst poem that she had ever heard in her entire life.

"I-am-going-to-kill-him! Arghhhhhh!"

"Katara, calm down. So he made a bad picture of you, like it matters." Sokka said.

"Sokka, you idiot! Don't you get it? That bad picture was Jet's way of trying to hit on me!"

"WHAT! Let's go!"

With boomerang and bending water in supply, the pair set off to hunt their prey.

So that's the latest chapter. Remember to review, and check back often because I have a new story coming out soon. I'll be sure to give out more info on it next time. I'm about three chapters into it, and I'm so proud of myself! Ok, now get to pushin' that purple-bluish button!