I never created Superman TAS.
A Smallville creature bit Reverend Amos Howell's shoulder and heard him as he cried out.
Amos winced before he scowled at the creature responsible for disrupting his stroll a few seconds ago. He was barely able to dodge its claws when it attempted to scratch him. He tried to remember where Supergirl was. Oh. Right. He instructed her to feed the farm animals.
Amos started to wince again the minute the creature's tail knocked him down. Scowling, he attempted to figure out how to defeat it. Sudden confusion appeared in his eyes when he saw a ladybug nearby. What was it about ladybugs again?
The preacher's eyes widened after the animal tried to bite him again. He rolled to one side and stood. His mouth opened before a tentacle emerged from it and struck the creature twice. The tentacle slid into his mouth when the enemy fled.
Amos turned to the ladybug and nodded. He smiled.
''You really are good luck.''
THE END