Randy had searched the Earth, and figured out the trick. He made a potion from eagle feathers, scorpion poison, and many other things. He stood on a rocky outcrop and drank, knowing he would become a god more powerful than the Titans.
He became a rabbit.
Almighty Odin stood at the site. “He could’ve succeeded. Who switched the sugar for salt?”
“Not I,” said Zeus, sharpening his thunderbolts.
“Not I,” said Shiva, trying another yoga position.
“Not I,” said the Burning Bush.
All eyes turned to the Coyote-headed man.
“What?” said Coyote Trickster, savoring roasted rabbit. “I was hungry.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/04/25/11-may-2018/
Coyote Trickster is a Native-American deity known for causing trouble: