I'm going to KILL Sokka!
What in heaven's name made my brother think that telling ghost stories before going to bed was a good idea! First I had dreams of phantom wolf-bats trying to eat my brains, then I was woken up by a minor earthquake Toph was creating in her sleep. Sokka started whining something about a rabid cabbage man and Aang just about squeezed Momo in half, he was holding him so tightly. By morning, both Aang and Toph were cuddled up against me, and Sokka had managed to curl himself around my feet. Sometimes I forget that, in many ways, we're still just kids. Hmm. Rabid cabbage men. Maybe Sokka's been punished enough.