Dear Supergirl , Superman and Martians.

A day in Metropolis ..

"I just want an ice cream cone." Muzzy sighs as the cashier explains
she doesn't know how to make one and the girl who can make it is
with another customer.

Suddenly, there is a gust of wind and Superman hands Muzzy an ice cream
cone. Muzzy nervously thanks Superman as the Man Steel flies off.
Muzzy hands the ice cream cone to the cashier and asks for another,
"I don't know where his hands have been. Could you make me a fresh ice cream?"

The cashier looks at Muzzy as she holds the ice cream in her hand.
Her eyes widen. Muzzy looks behind him to see Supergirl with her arms crossed,
"My cousin always washes his hands before handling food!"
Muzzy bows his head and takes the dripping ice cream cone from the cashier.

Supergirl swoops away. Muzzy watches her and then, "I just want a fresh cone."
He hands the cone back to the cashier, who has a look of terror as the Last Martian
stands beside Muzzy. "Okay. Give him a fresh cone and be sure to wash your hands.
You've been handling money." Jon the Last Martian said.

"Thank you." Muzzy replied. The Last Martian gives a toothy smile and leaps
into the air and flies away. The cashier hands the cone to Muzzy with trembling
damp hands. "Being a super hero's accountant has its perks." Muzzy winks.


Reflections~Are we becoming Gods or demons?


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