I never created Superman TAS.
Amos scowled when one Smallville creature stood and used its tail to strike his arms. He recalled holding them up to protect his face.
Amos cried out after the creature struck them twice. After he lowered the arms, he ducked its fangs as it snapped at him. He was barely able to avoid having his shoulder scratched. The same with his arm for a split second.
Amos had no idea if the creature was hungry or territorial. The tail struck his side and knocked him down. He cried out again.
After the preacher stood, he scowled another time.
''Maybe we'll cross paths again. As for this time? I'm not going to become a meal.''
The preacher turned and ran to his home. He then opened a door and stepped into a kitchen. Amos went upstairs. Into his bedroom. He smiled after he viewed his bed. He collapsed on it before he fell asleep.
Twenty minutes went by.
Footsteps were why Amos opened his eyes and sat up. Confusion appeared in them for a second.
Eyes widened as soon as Amos heard a familiar snarl. Amos then recalled forgetting to shut the door earlier. The creature he ran from earlier.
Amos prepared to become a meal.
THE END