I never created Superman TAS.
Amos began to wring his hands and frown. There was one glance at a clock. One hour past lunch. Amos recalled Supergirl mentioning searching for creatures or villains to battle in Smallville earlier. He stood and approached the door. After the preacher opened it, he stepped outside. The door was shut at a snail's pace.
Amos remembered the usual area where Supergirl battled creatures. Frowning, he ran to trees and paused. His eyes flew open and settled on Supergirl's unconscious form. Amos approached her. He was gentle as he held her. Confused, he looked around. Amos viewed a handful of large footprints.
After Supergirl stirred, she opened her eyes slowly. Confusion formed in them when she found herself in Reverend Howell's arms.
''You attempted to attack a strong creature?'' Amos muttered.
Supergirl began to glance at the footprints. She turned to Amos and bit her lip.
''My lucky guess,'' Amos said as he frowned again.
Supergirl was carried to the farm where Amos brought lunch to her.
THE END