I never created Superman TAS.
Curiosity formed in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes when they were on one elderly woman selling vegetables by a Smallville road. He viewed her smile.
''Reverend, would you like to buy some vegetables this afternoon?''
One smile formed on the preacher's face. ''I'm not hungry.'' Amos took his hat and tilted it forward. He continued with his stroll even when he was by a different road. A frown replaced his smile slowly. His body started to tense.
Amos attempted to remember the rare moment when he wasn't attacked by a giant animal or villain. What was going to appear this time? A territorial bear? A coyote? Maybe one cougar. He never saw any bobcats or red foxes.
Amos paused the minute he heard a few footsteps from behind. Frowning, he looked back. Eyes widened when they were on a giant red fox.
''My first red fox,'' he muttered. His frown remained. ''My first giant red fox.'' The animal seemed a bit larger than a black bear.
The red fox snapped at Amos before the latter barely dodged its jaws.
''Are you territorial? Hungry? Both?''
After Reverend Howell stepped to one side, he dodged the animal's fangs again. He glowered and opened his mouth before a tentacle emerged from it. The tentacle whipped the ground. It slid into his mouth when the fox fled.
Amos smirked.
The fox was remembered when the preacher returned to vegetables by the other road.
''I'll buy two vegetables. I'm so hungry.''
THE END