I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell's shoulders slumped as soon as one snarling creature appeared in Smallville. ''I won't run errands this time,'' he muttered. A scowl appeared on his face. He almost used a tentacle to attack the creature before the latter's claws knocked him down. Amos cried out.
He collapsed on his side and slowly stood.
The downpour never helped.
Squinting, Amos attempted to view the enemy. He scowled again from his current injury.
Amos was able to hear the creature as it fled. Confusion formed in his eyes when the downpour ceased. The preacher's clothes stuck to his body. He no longer ached. The sun began to appear. Amos smiled and looked forward to the rest of the afternoon.
THE END