By Craig Byrne
I am still the Green Flyswatter.
The farm house is lonely these days. The dog is sometimes around, but I noticed when the boy dog was taken away and a girl dog took his place.
I also noticed when the perky blonde was replaced by the loud one.
I don't understand why Martha never comes to see me anymore. It's like she doesn't want to return. It makes me sad.
Even the bald guy doesn't come to see me anymore. Or the girl who whispers her words. Though I think I saw the girl on "Chuck." That show is funny.
When Clark is here he rarely needs my services. Clark is very fast, so fast he can catch a fly without the need of a flyswatter. So I sit here, gathering dust.
Clark still hasn't figured out the glasses disguise thing. Now he wears all black, like a movie character, and he drew an "S" on his chest with chalk. A few years ago I thought his family crest was an "8." I guess he changed his mind.
A blond girl with powers like Clark's came to live with us for a short time. It was nice having someone new here. But sadly, she disappeared every three weeks.
I will still be of loyal service to the Kent family, even when they don't need me. But boy, do I miss the old days. I don't think I realized how good I had it.