As she turned away from the ticket booth, somebody bumped into her and almost knocked her down. It was ...
... Mild mannered reporter Clark Kent.
"You look familiar. Do I know you?" Muffy asked the smartly dressed, hatted and bespectacled gentleman.
"No. No. I don't believe we've met. My name is Clark. Clark Kent."
"Get real," said a wide-eyed Muffy, "you're a work of art."
"Why thank you. I eat right and I..."
"Yeah yeah, spare me. Look, I got a ferry to catch. See ya."
But Muffy's voice was obliterated by the sound of the fog horn. "All aboard. All aboard. All aboard the ferry to Metropolis," blared the speaker.
"It could be worse," thought Muffy, "I could have been on a ferry to Bogota, NJ."
Muffy and Clark Kent boarded the ferry and decided to stand by the left rail on the deck of the stern and watch the gulls as they swooped down looking for food.
"Can you do that?" Muffy asked Clark.
"Do what?" Clark replied.
"Swoop down out of the air and catch food people throw at you. What else could I have meant?" Muffy said matter of factly.
"I'm a person, not a bird," Clark said meekly.
"Oh, come on Kent. You're true identity is Superman. You can fly faster than a speeding bullet. You were born on the planet Krypton and your parents sent you to earth to escape the planet being blown to smithereens. Your one weakness is Kryptonite."
Clark Kent was stunned. "I... I... How do you know all that? Have you told anyone?"
"Relax," Muffy reassured him, "I figured it out myself and haven't told a soul."
"Good," replied Kent, "because if word got out it could screw things up for me, royally. For the good of mankind I can't let that happen. Sorry, but I must do this..." And with one swift heave-ho, Clark Kent tossed the hapless Muffy over the railing and into the water.
"Men..." thought Muffy as she tried to keep her head above the wake... |
