Runt Odel felt invigorated.
She was home from a long night of invisibility and song. Standing before the mirror just inside her front door, she removed her galoshes, her drab coat, and her stodgy hat. Her scruffy cat Frederick brushed his prickly fur along her shins as he always did whenever she returned home, expecting to be fed soon. The night was shaping up to be just another night at home until…
Frederick arched his back, screeched, and darted away into his hiding place under the couch.
“Now what could have spooked him like that?” Runt Odel muttered as she hung her magic scarf next to her hat.
Turning back to the mirror, she had quite a shock of her own. Gone was the chubby, dumpy, grumpy looking Runt Odel of old, and in her stead stood a beautiful woman! The scarf, which rendered Runt Odel invisible and singing while she wore it, had transfigured her permanently as well!
Her once stubby neck was now long and slender. Her visage, previously dour and surly, was startlingly sophisticated, with just the right touch of displeased.
Runt Odel was a hottie.
“Perhaps now my beloved Sacrum Suarlieu will give me the time of day” she said to her reflection.
Runt Odel felt invigorated.
This is my fourth installment to a growing body of loosely related works originated by 
These stories tend to be comprised of exactly 211 words, begin with the main character's name, and begin and end with the same sentence, although some liberties have been taken.
Part One, The Little Shit's Posts
Part Two, Runt Odel and Rabelais
Part Three, Runt Odel's Last Song as The Little Shit
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