Hi Mary!
Let’s see…
This was written in 25 minutes and is entirely KSaraSara’s fault.
Naughty Sara. Naughty!
Clark tilted his head, trying to make sense of the splotches of color strewn across the canvas.
Trying to draw a naked Lois from imagination?
”These lines here represent your flying,” his mother helpfully pointed out,
Oh.
Apparently, Justice was yellow
Yes, have you never noticed the color when Superman intervenes at a crime in progress?
Clark managed to keep from grimacing. “Sure, Mom. That sounds…lovely.”
wouldn’t it be embarrassing if Lois sees it and concludes Superman and Clark are represented as the same entity?
She broke off suddenly, staring at his wall.
Clark followed her gaze to the framed monstrosity. “That’s just…something my Mom painted.”
Aww, cute!
“Anyway, she says it’s a picture of me.”
Now, that’s dangerous!
Finally, she turned to face him. “So you’re Superman?!”
Ask Bek, she knows if that problem writers have with me!
I guess this yellow part here is your sense of right and wrong…”
Lois nodded. “That’s it. So, do you really think it’s smart having that on your wall for everyone to see?”
Clark stared again at the mess of shapes and squiggles. Well, at least now he had a good excuse to return it to his mother without hurting her feelings…
Very Mary little viggy!
Michael
