Room 514, Friday evening
The... WEIRDEST growl-hiss sort of noise startled Sokka and sent chills down his spine. Nothing NATURAL could make that sort of sound! ...Except, he discovered when he turned around, an angry and terrified chinchilla.
There was a horde of scary-looking dust bunnies converging on Momo Jr.'s cage with their teeth bared, and the little furball was backed up into a corner. Sokka watched, transfixed, as the foremost dust bunny reached the cage and pushed THROUGH it, the wire mesh offering little resistance to its dusty body.
Sokka leapt into action, but there was a terrible screech before he managed to stand up, and by the time he reached the cage, it was all over.
... There was Momo Jr., sitting and scratching himself lazily, in the middle of a several-inch-deep pile of dust. And as Sokka watched, impressed, the little rodent did the only thing he COULD do, given the circumstances:
The backstroke.
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There was a horde of scary-looking dust bunnies converging on Momo Jr.'s cage with their teeth bared, and the little furball was backed up into a corner. Sokka watched, transfixed, as the foremost dust bunny reached the cage and pushed THROUGH it, the wire mesh offering little resistance to its dusty body.
Sokka leapt into action, but there was a terrible screech before he managed to stand up, and by the time he reached the cage, it was all over.
... There was Momo Jr., sitting and scratching himself lazily, in the middle of a several-inch-deep pile of dust. And as Sokka watched, impressed, the little rodent did the only thing he COULD do, given the circumstances:
The backstroke.
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