I never created Superman TAS.
One of Supergirl's eyes widened as soon as she viewed Amos focusing on a television screen. She turned to a farm on the screen. There were many chickens and a few cows. Supergirl slowly walked to Amos as he sat and frowned at the same time.
''Since when do you watch TV? You usually work on a sermon or shop in Metropolis.'' Supergirl paused. ''You also feed farm animals here sometimes. Why would you watch them on TV?'' She shook her head in dismay.
Amos never replied or even turned to Supergirl.
''Maybe we can go to Metropolis after your show?'' Supergirl suggested.
Not one reply.
Supergirl looked back when she heard the sound of something snarling. The usual Smallville creature. Was it hungry or territorial? Maybe both? She flew to a door and opened it. Her eyes bulged the second they were on a creature crouching and revealing its fangs.
''Preacher won't do anything. I guess it's up to me to protect our farm animals.''
After Supergirl attempted to strike the creature, she heard footsteps. Confusion formed in her eyes when Amos appeared. His frown remained.
''Are you going to help with protecting our farm?'' Supergirl asked.
''Yes. A commercial is on,'' Amos said.
THE END