“Hello, ladies and gentlemen of the press. I am Tail so I am sure that most of you will recognize me and my super power.”
One reporter raised his hand and asked, “What super power? You just look like a masked man.”
Another said, “Ewwwww! Is that monkey like thing your tail?”
“Yes. That is my super power. The back of me is just as strong as the front of me only it’s all concentrated into the tail form. I am the equivalent of at least two strong men with amazing agility and climbing powers, too! You can see my stories here, here and here.”
A third reporter said, “We were told there would be a superhero duo. Where is your partner? And are they as grossed out about your tail as the rest of us?”
“She will be revealed in a moment, but I must remind you reporters that my tail is a part of me and you should not give negative value judgements about it.”
“We don’t believe you actually have a partner. Unless she is going to make a surprise appearance showing off her super powers?”
“She has been here all along. Underneath the blanket beside me.”
“Is she super small? A shape shifter? Still alive after being flattened?”
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you…” Tail lifted and threw the blanket away revealing grass. “…Mother Earth!”
There were groans from all that had gathered.
“Don’t you want to hear what her super powers are?”
“Okay,” said one game reporter.
“Her super powers are the USA, Russia and China!”
There was a second bigger groan from the reporters.
“Are you going to really groan when some supervillain is facing down an intercontinental nuclear warhead? Or being chased by a missile invisible to radar?”
Realizing there was not much left to say, the assembled reporters milled about for a moment before dispersing and realizing they might not have a publishable story. Tail was long gone, annoyed again by the usual reaction to his tail.
