SINGLE PAGE STORY SUNDAY*

SINGLE PAGE STORY SUNDAY*

HAT-TRICK - The most difficult aspect of Trogfog's plan had been acquiring the necessary bribes.

Selene wanted a comb for the manes of her chariot's horses. She desired one crafted from the bones of hummingbirds. Thirty barrels of centaur ale and seven months later, Trogfog received a package from an apprentice of Asklepios. When the imp presented the comb to the moon goddess, she said "Cloche."

Helios demanded a petal from a night blooming cereus. He sullenly acquiesced when Trogfog offered him the whole flower. The sun god chose a fez.

Gaea, in one of her rare good moods, agreed to participate without payment if Trogfog would turn her into a peacock-feathered fascinator.

Thus, Trogfog architected the greatest antic in imp history when three celestial bodies of the solar system transformed into fashionable human head wear.

* fanciful microfiction of less than 300 words

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