Super Billy!

Its a bird! No its a plane! No its Billly! Flying through the majestic highs of the skyscrapers, and buildings of New York City. He soars through the sky, out of no were a sudden yell of his name reached his supper sonic ears.

“Billy!!”

Is it a cry for help? With out a second thought he flies torward the cry for help. He reaches the subarbs and a group of houses that all look the same. Same model, paint and lawns. He stops at the begaining of the street waiting for a clue to which house the noise came from.

“Billy!!!”

He does the super man and speeds toward the house, and lands in the front lawn. Billy rushes towards the door.

“Did someone call my name?!”

“Its time for dinner.”

“ Awwww mom you killed it, ugh.”