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Superman flew over the drought zone, looking down on the cracked, parched earth and the feeble looking citizens of the dusty settlement.

It seemed, even out here in the African wilderness, that people knew who he was. They pointed, smiling. But more important was the cargo Superman carried; suspended above him, an entire reservoir of water, held magically in his grasp and carried along with him.

As the gleeful people followed after Superman, shrieking and shouting, he reached into his trunks for a straw. He drank the entire reservoir in one gulp, shrugged at the disbelieving group, then flew away.

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