Part Two: Sokka's story

"MOMO! For the thousandth time, that is not firewood, that is a rock!" Sokka yelled annoyed.

His angry voice echoed off the forests' trees, while Momo stared inquisitively down at him.

Sokka took a deep breath, and pointed to a rough piece of wood he had just found. "Wood! SEE? Fire. Wood."

Momo still stared at Sokka. Suddenly, Momo jumped down onto the mucky ground, grabbed Sokka's boomerang, and threw it at Sokka's head. it hit its target with a dull 'thunk'.

" OUCH! Hey! That's my boomerang, not a toy! …. or firewood!" Sokka snapped, rubbing his head, grabbing his boomerang from the ground, flicking off the mud. Momo assumed that Sokka was waving the boomerang at him, so momo looked up at Sokka, screeched, and climbed up in the nearest tree.

"Urg. No Momo, come down, my boomerang can be a toy if you wan—OUCH!" Sokka yelled, as Momo continued to screech and throw branches from his tree at Sokka.

"Momo! Go away!" Sokka cried, covering his head.

Sokka picked up a stick that Momo had chucked at him, and examined it. 'Huh' Sokka thought. 'Good size'.

So, Sokka went searching for some more of the sticks that Momo had thrown down to him. They were all perfect size for firewood. He threw them in his steadily increasing firewood pile.

'Great, wave a boomerang at Momo, and you get firewood…where is Momo anyway?' he thought, looking in the treetops for the flying lemur. Momo was in a tree squawking at some bird. Sighing, Sokka went back looking for some more wood.

Katara had sent him to find firewood so she could make bread. The thoughts of fresh warm bread was the only thing that got him to accept gathering the firewood. 'Oh Sokka, your such and experienced hunter, surely you could find us firewood?' Katara sure knew how to get Sokka to do what she wanted.

Sokka whistled tunelessly, as he gathered firewood. The ground was so wet from the rain; he actually was sloshing around in it. Sokka was just thinking that he had no idea how Katara was going to make a fire out of this sopping wet wood, when he heard a gasp, coming from not to far in front of him. He jerked his head up sharply.

"Hello? Momo? Is that you?" he walked to where he was sure he had heard the noise.

Sokka was just next to the tree where he heard the noise when suddenly a brown muddy blur leapt out from the tree, holding a tree branch, as if it were a sword.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" the thing cried, waving the stick, about to strike Sokka's head.

" IT'S THE ABOMINABLE MUD THING! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Sokka yelled, turning around, and cowering with his arms over his head.

The muddy figure stopped. And then it did something Sokka had never expected a forest spirit to do. It giggled.

"Uhh, you're not the abominable mud thing, are you?" asked Sokka, lowering his arms.

"No, I'm uh…" Ty lee paused. How could she tell this boy who she was? She had attacked him and his sister more than once before this with Azula and Mai. But she really didn't care anymore, she was starting to feel dizzy, and her mind was becoming cloudy. Little black dots were appearing all around the forest, and she shuddered.

"Wait… you're that pinky-poky girl from before! You're friends with Azula! You're a spy!" cried Sokka, pulling out his boomerang.

"No! no no no no…. please, listen. If I were a spy, why would I be covered in mud? I-Azula she—she tried to kill me…" Ty lee said trailed off, dizzy. Her hand went instantly to her head, and she swayed slightly.

"Why should I trust you? You fought my sister and me! You're probably tricking me right now! You—" Sokka couldn't finish his sentence, Ty lee had fallen with a splash in the mud at his feet.

'I really shouldn't trust her, she's probably a spy! She's going to find where we are, and then tell Azula, and we'll be caught off guard.' Sokka thought defensively.

Nevertheless, he bent down, and picked up the unconscious girl's small body from the muddy ground. Her head thudded against his blue clothed fore arm, and her left hand fell limply at her side. Her right hand was resting on her stomach, which rose and fell with each of her steady breaths. Sokka, uneasily walked a few steps toward the camp, took a deep breath, and slowly, but less awkwardly trudged back to his camp, completely forgetting the firewood, and Momo.