"You know how you can get into trouble for pointing laser pointers at planes?" a teenager asked as he pulled out the laser pointer his mom had gotten as a cat toy.

"Yeah?" his friend said.

"I wanna know why." the teenager said as he pointed the laser pointer into the sky.

"But if you point that at a plane, they'll come after you!" his friend said, grabbing his arm and trying to get him to lower it.

"Don't worry!" the boy said, "I'm just gonna point it at a couple birds and see what happens. Odds are, nothing's gonna happen. It's not like planes crash every time someone forgets to turn their cell phone off."

Carefully scanning the sky for any planes flying overhead and seeing none, the boy's friend sighed and settled back to see what would happen if you pointed a laser pointer at a bird. As she did so, the boy who'd brought the laser pointer turned it back on and aimed it at what looked like a bluejay that was flying overhead in the near darkness of the twilight that was rapidly shifting to full night.

Two seconds later, there was a rather loud swoosh and a certain someone in blue spandex and a red cape stood before the teens not looking happy in the least. Scowling down at the kids, he snatched the laser pointer from the boy's unresisting hand, snapped it in two, and dropped both pieces on the ground. After giving the kids a very cold look, Superman was back in the air with a swoosh that turned into a sonic boom.

"Jess."

"Yeah Mike?"

"That wasn't a bird."