I never created Superman TAS.
One smile formed on Reverend Amos Howell's face as soon as he ate a biscuit next to a kitchen window. There weren't any villains for him to battle this time. Livewire or Volcana. The usual bank robber or Silver Banshee. He attempted to remember anyone else he occasionally battled. Amos turned to the window. His eyes widened for a second.
Amos viewed a creature snarling near the house. He remembered sometimes battling hungry or territorial monsters. He wondered if it was starving.
Amos smiled another time and bit into the biscuit slowly. His eyes remained on the creature while it snapped at him. They widened the minute
it pounced. He opened the window and gave the biscuit to it. Amos stepped back while it devoured everything. He turned to the other biscuit. A scowl materialized.
After Amos placed his face on a palm, he gave the treat to the happy creature as its tail wagged repeatedly.
THE END