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fandomhighdorms2007-04-05 11:57 am
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Fifth floor common room, Thursday, DAWN
Sokka was asleep, crouched on the back of the sofa, with his head buried in his armpit. As first light stole over him, he slowly awakened. Time to greet the day!
He puffed up his chest, stretched his neck out, and CROWED, as loud as he could.
That settled, he scrabbled at the pantry until it opened, and soon Sokka had breakfast scattered on the floor. He pecked away at the best chickenfeed he'd ever tasted, amidst the shredded remains of the smiling visage of Orville Reddenbacher.
He puffed up his chest, stretched his neck out, and CROWED, as loud as he could.
That settled, he scrabbled at the pantry until it opened, and soon Sokka had breakfast scattered on the floor. He pecked away at the best chickenfeed he'd ever tasted, amidst the shredded remains of the smiling visage of Orville Reddenbacher.