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Chapter two. Waddoyaknow I'm a poet.

As Aang walked slowly to the Gaang’s campsite, he pondered whether telling Katara his true feelings for her was a good idea

As Aang walked slowly to the Gaang’s campsite, he pondered whether telling Katara his true feelings for her was a good idea. This moment would decide whether or not their friendship would turn into something even more, something…….something…….magical.

Should I really tell Katara? She seems to have been avoiding me these past few daysAang thought to himself.

So absorbed was he in his own thoughts, Aang failed to notice the tall, brown, leafy, object directly in front of his nose. Thus, as a consequence for his oblivion, he ran right smack into the tree with a resounding “Umph”.

Meanwhile, back at camp, Katara (in Sokka’s body) and Sokka (in Katara’s body) were finally getting used to their newfound “powers”, as well as their terms of imprisonment. For instance, whenever they attempted to tell someone about their switcharoo, they temporarily lost their voice.

Sokka (in Katara’s body) had finally learned how to successfully flick water at the mirror image of himself, (although it was really his sister) using waterbending. Katara wasn’t having as much luck. She just couldn’t get the hang of using a boomerang. Recently though, she had managed to get within 50 feet of her target, instead of throwing it in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, a loud, echoing thump could be heard across the land. Katara (in Sokka’s body) and Sokka (in Katara’s body) looked up and gasped in shock. Stumbling out of the woods was Aang. His hair was askew, his shirt was all rumpled, and his clothing caked with dirt.

“Whoa Aang, who’s the lucky lady?” Sokka (in Katara’s body) asked with a smirk on his face.

“Ummmm… I have no idea what you’re talking about” Aang replied, running his fingers through his…… wait, he has no hair. Hmmmm, maybe hair will get Katara to notice me. Kataaaaaaarrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa, pay attention to me! I’ve gotta get her to notice me. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Wait, did Katara just make a sarcastic remark, and when did Sokka get so girly? It’s almost like they’ve switched bodies. Oh well. Oh right, back to explaining my plan to the audience reading my thoughts. I shall pretend like I’ve been frisking around with a secret lady to make Katara jealous. Good idea, yeah……..yeah.

Throughout Aang’s random thoughts, Katara (in Sokka’s body) had one hand on her hips the other was wiggling a finger in Sokka’s (in her body) face, berating him his immature comments while in her guise. When Sokka (in Katara’s body) turned to glare at her….or him, Katara (in Sokka’s body) attempted to flick her hair back in retaliation, or rather, her lack of hair.

Well, if this is the way it’s gonna be Sokka (in Katara’s body) growled in his thoughts, “Hey Aang, do you wanna go roll around in the mud with me?

Aang looked up, detaching himself from his thoughts.

“Um, sure Katara” he answered in shock, not registering the fact that this suggestion was most unlike her. “I just have to go down to the village to….um….get some supplies.” Yeah, this’ll get Katara to notice me. She’ll get so jealous. Aang giggled in spite of himself.

“Oh, I’ll go with you Aangie.” Sokka (in Katara’s body) sweetly said.

“Ummm, I’d rather you not. I umm, I’m meeting with……I..I mean, I have some pretty boring errands to run.

Awwww, Aang’s trying to make me jealous Katara (in Sokka’s body) thought to herself. She was more in tune with this kind of male behavior than Sokka was. Omg Sokka, what the hell are you doing??

Sokka (in Katara’s body), who wouldn’t, couldn’t give up this opportunity to embarrass Katara, had decided to take immediate action. At this very moment, he was seductively rubbing his womanly arm up and down Aang’s sexy clavicles, and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“Aangie poo,” Sokka (in Katara’s body) sweetly whispered, “don’t you wanna get down and dirty with me? Who could be bored with you around?”

“Ummm……uh….ih……ouh?” Aang struggled to breathe as he muttered a string of incoherent sounds, “sh..sure Katara.”

Come on Aang, get a hold of yourself. Now’s the perfect moment. Tell her how you reaaaallllyyy feel. Aang struggled to regain his composure. Katara, I….I….lo-

At this precise moment however, a platypus had attempted to mate with a bear, high up in the treetops. As a result of their actions, a huge, bright pink egg was laid directly above Aang’s head. From above, the platypus had seen a shiny, cream-colored, “nest” that looked perfect for her egg. She laid that egg.

BOING! And with that, Aang slumped to the ground, rendered unconscious.