It was a dark and stormy night when Trumpet,

It was a dark and stormy night when Trumpet, the head rooster on the Shadow Ranch noticed something skulking in the shadows near the hen house.

It was a wet & bedraggled literary critic. "What was Bulwer-Lytton thinking when he penned the opening lines of 'Paul Clifford'?" He said rhetorically to Trumpet. The head rooster

cawed "Pamela! Pamela!" to remind the critic that while Bulwer-Lytton's turgid prose was a pain, there is much worse literature in the world. "Virtue rewarded my ass," the critic

tore up the document anyway. He replied with a gusto of superiority, "This story would be suitable to put in my hamster's cage to defecate and urinate upon." Mad, I knocked over hi

And Lois. Embarrassed, I begged their forgiveness as I helped them to their feet.

"Well, watch where you're going next time," Lois chastised me as she brushed off her smart wool suit and fussed over Superman's cape, which of course showed no smudge. "I am a

trained nerd. Don't you know us comic book characters are trying to make a come back Lois insisted while Superman nodded, forgetting he was using his laser beam eyes to

Probe the secrets of the universe. The telescope was finely tuned and located on the roof. Superman went up the side of the house to find the secret hiding place for the telescope.

Superman decided he needed a handicap.His superpowers were too super & made crimefighting boring so he nolonger flew & used only his nose to scale the house wall.Luther's Telescope