I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell's steps stopped when he turned to the side of a dark road in Smallville. He turned to more than a handful of animal eyes. He walked back as creatures snarled. Amos wondered how hungry they were. One frown formed while he almost considered using a tentacle from his mouth to attack them. They had strength in numbers.
Amos began to smirk. The thought of unity always appealed to him. When he gathered crowds for his master to become one with. Even when hungry animals were going to attack him.
After Amos turned, he fled and looked back. His frown returned as soon as the creatures pursued him.
Some creatures had snouts. Every creature had claws. Some were larger than average dogs. Some had medium builds.
Amos looked ahead and continued to run before he found himself near the Kents' farm. He faced the creatures and tensed. His eyes settled on various animals. Chickens. Cows. Amos glanced from them to the creatures. ''I'll protect you from them.''
A tentacle slid from the preacher's mouth and to a creature. It struck one side of the enemy's body. Amos heard the animal while it roared.
The tentacle started to strike another creature's form twice. It returned to Amos the minute the animals fled. He smirked again. ''I guess the creatures weren't starving,'' he muttered.
The preacher's eyes were on the chickens and cows again. ''We're a good form of unity,'' he said to them. His eyes flew open when he was surrounded. ''Oh. Right. I forgot to feed them this morning.''
THE END