• Historical Fiction
    Many moons ago, in what is now Wisconsin, a Native American shaman called Spicy Buffalo was born, but his friends call him Buck. He was born with an unusual deformation; his feet were shaped like waffle irons. He had been made fun of throughout his childhood. One day he ran away, but it took only minutes to find his footprints. Once he was in his mid 20s, he had to go through an Indian ritual. He had to walk across hot coals with pancake batter on the top of them. Once he walked across the he screamed at the top of his lungs, “WAFFLES!!!” The other Indians saw the footprints on the batter. They picked the batter up, and ate it. The instantly loved them. But the true reason they loved them is because his feet tasted like maple syrup. And that’s how the waffle was created