I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell had no idea why Supergirl scowled at him near the kitchen table. He attempted to remember anything. Confused, he shrugged his shoulders at a snail's pace. He viewed her slouching.
''You said that you were going to shop with me in Metropolis this afternoon. Remember?''
''No.''
Amos started to glance at the piles of papers on the table. ''I would like to go, but I'm busy. I have a sermon to prepare for ten hours.
Maybe another time.''
Supergirl never said another word as she opened the door and flew from the farm.
''You don't understand.''
Amos then recalled his previous vow. After Amos bit his lip for a second, he glanced from the papers to the door.
Minutes later, Supergirl smiled when Amos located her near a Metropolis store.
THE END