Training
"Boo!" shouted Sokka, leaping out from behind Appa. Katara turned in her sleeping bag to give him a look of disdain.
"What are you doing?"
"Aww." said Sokka, miserably. "You were supposed to get into a defensive stance."
"Why?" Katara asked, bemused, "You're not exactly much of a threat."
"Yeah, but what if I was an enemy?"
"I doubt an enemy would leap out and shout 'Boo'."
Sokka ignored this comment.
"But what about all the training I gave you! I was teaching you to be ready for a surprise attack!" he whined.
"Oh?" asked Katara, raising an eyebrow. "Was that why you pushed me into the sea that time?"
"I was testing your reactions."
"Oh, yeah. I remember you giving that excuse to Gran Gran as she hit you with a fish."
"That hurt." Sokka said, grumpily.
"And also that time you shut me in the igloo, and stood outside shouting while holding a burning torch?"
"You need to be prepared for angry mobs!"
"Or house was made of ice, Sokka! All you would have done is melt it!"
Sokka looked quite hurt. "I had to make do with the resources I had available."
"Oh yeah." said Katara, thoughtfully. "I remember that test as well. Didn't it involve putting me on an ice float while I was asleep, pushing it into open water, and leaving me a small length of rope?"
"Hey! You managed!"
"I got rescued,
Sokka. How do you expect a five year old to manage to get off an ice
float in the middle of the sea with only a piece of rope?"
"I
was just preparing you for the real thing…"
"That was the real thing."
Sokka sat down, facing away.
"I just want to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble."
"Yeah, it's normally your job to get me in trouble."
"Hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
"Your philosophies worry me."
The End