Sokka stared at the giant trees in front of him and the weird holes inside them. He looked at them, then came up close and peered into the holes trying to figure out how the trees were standing when they resembled swiss cheese. He could stick a hand through them and in fact did so, curious as to what was inside. "Ewwwwwww!" he yelped, pulling his hand out, dripping with sticky sap. "Ewwwwww, ewwww, ewwww!" he ran around in circles shaking his hand frantically, not caring at the moment the scene he was making in front of his friends. He stared at his goo-soaked hand. "Get it offffffffff" he squealed and dove for a bush, frantically wiping his hand on the leaves, trying to rub the sap away unsuccessfully. Finally giving up on the idea he decided to sulk instead. Wandering back to the tree he poked it with a stick repeatedly, angry with it for gunning up his arm and highly surprised when the stick disappeared. Sokka stared at the tree confused, it had yet another hole in it.

He went over to the tree, stared at it some more, and then kicked at it. He noted that the tree caved in wherever he pressed on it hard. He kicked some more and then let out another "ewwwwwww!" when sap poured out of the bottom of the tree where he'd made the hole all over his moccasin-clad foot. Sighing he plopped down in an Indian position looking with an expression of complete surrender on his face at his sticky extremities. Maybe it would wash off if they'd find a river nearby but for now it seemed he was doomed to a sticky situation… And he still couldn't figure out these weird trees. Were they hollow? How did such giant trees stay up if that was the case! Sokka glared at the trees with resentment in his eyes, unsure whether they were being trees or expressly mocking him by being so odd.