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Fanglestein Woflman Makes Surprise Stop at Cheryl’s Café — Tips Well, Dislikes Toast
Slocum’s Hollow Daily Gazette, August 2, 1950
Diners at Cheryl’s Café on Milwaukee Road got a surprise treat Sunday morning when one of the infamous Fanglestein Wolfmen stopped in for breakfast.
Cheryl Corer, owner of Cheryl’s Café, hadn’t seen a Fanglestein Wolfman around those parts in over ten years. Corer, who was feeling extra sassy that morning in her new, blue cotton dress, got up the pluck to ask her unexpected guest what brought him in.
To the amusement of Corer and her two dozen customers, the wolfman responded with a series of incoherent, threatening growls.
“Everyone just about broke into pieces, they were laughing so hard,” Corer said.
Then, to Corer and her guests’ great thrill, the wolfman belted out a legendary Fanglestein howl.
“There really is no other howl quite like it,” Corer said. “Some say it gives them shivers of fear, but the only shivers it gives me is giddiness.”
The café experienced a moment of tension when the wolfman angrily threw his plate of toast across the room. Corer quickly placated him with a stack of eggs and bacon.
