"Oh, my God! Why did beets drop another twelve cents? Brainiac! Brainiac!!!"
A roar came from the farm barn. A burly figure wearing a Straw Hat and Gauntlet emerged from the shadows of the barn doors, walked to the side of the tractor, yanked open the door, and shouted at the radio beside the steering wheel, "Brainiac, are you listening? Beets really can't drop any further!"
"Clark," another voice called from inside the barn, "stop yelling. We have to haul all the grain from both barns to the threshing plant today, or we won't get a spot in line."
"But beets are really too cheap. If we sell at today's market price, we'll lose money." The youth let out a long sigh. "We never should've planted so much. We should've listened to Dad."
The other figure emerged from the barn bare-chested. His skin was pale gray, the Superman emblem on his chest a faint scar in his flesh. His black hair was tied up with a rather ridiculous cartoon flower hair clip. A dog flew out behind him, carrying his shirt in its mouth.
"Clark! Hal! Uncle Kent says to come home for lunch!" Another figure streaked across the sky, her blonde hair brighter than the sunlight. She stopped in midair, slowly descended, and said, "This afternoon, we still have to bring in the sun-dried tomatoes to make sauce, and harvest those two acres of cabbage on the east side. Hurry up!"
The dog tossed Hal's shirt to him and pounced toward Kara. Clark hurriedly called, "Come back! Krypton! Sorry, Kara, he's just a little too energetic..."
"Oh, he's adorable." Kara rubbed the dog's head. "It's a shame it's the busy farming season. Otherwise, I could spend an afternoon playing frisbee with you. You throw, I catch, or I throw,