I never created Superman TAS.
Amos started to scowl as he turned from one creature to another in Smallville. ''I attempt to obtain lunch and more than a handful of creatures appear,'' he muttered before he shook his head in disbelief. He faced every snarling animal. Their fangs and claws. Their bodies as they crouched. Were they hungry or territorial? He didn't wish to know.
Amos stepped to the side as soon as a creature attempted to scratch his arm. He wondered if he was able to use a tentacle from his chest or mouth to protect himself from them. Even if he was outnumbered. He ducked when another animal almost bit him.
After Amos fled, he refused to look back. Even when he found himself near a familiar farm. One smile materialized on his long face.
''I should be safe from the creatures.''
The preacher's eyes were then on a handful of farm animals as they approached him. They widened the minute they surrounded him.
''Supergirl forgot to feed the animals again.''
THE END