I never created Superman TAS.
Amos finished a brownie as one door opened. His eyes were wide when Kara appeared and smiled. He had no idea why she wore winter clothes.
He attempted to remember if she said anything earlier. Amos viewed wide eyes. One frown from Kara.
''Why are you shocked? I mentioned a ski trip one week ago. Remember?''
Amos shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't remember a few things. How many creatures he usually battled. The occasional scratch from a giant animal. Maybe bite marks. One recent battle. Amos focused on Kara and smiled.
''How was it?''
''The ski trip was fun,'' Kara said after another smile formed.
Amos attempted to focus on descriptions. He winced every now and then. He heard Kara while she mentioned going upstairs and wearing another outfit. Amos started to recall his recent fight. The battle near one territorial creature. The animal that eventually fled from him.
As for the preacher's current state?
Amos refused to glance at bite marks on his arms.
THE END
