However, the Shvartse Wolf, a woodcutter living in the forest, was a very unpopular Jew in the community. He was described as being obnoxious. And his wife's words and his children's actions could not be repeated. This is a man who was not given an aliya at the community shul and for whose funeral the men of the shul did not want to make a minyan. Yet he was the head of the thirty-six tzaddikim, the only one who could open the gates of Heaven.

This desperate individual devised a plan to obtain the blessing from the Shvartse Wolf. He would appear at the Shvartse Wolf's home as a Jew acting lost in the forest shortly before Shabbat. His thinking was, "They will be forced to offer me accommodations." He knocked on the door. The wife of the Shvartse Wolf appeared at the door, so ugly, so vile, so intimidating. The children behind her were mean like little devils. The house was in disarray, unkept and untidy. The home of the tzaddik felt like a scary place.

The Jew said, "I'm lost in the forest, Shabbat is about to begin, may I please stay at your house?"

She cursed at him and directed him to the barn where he could sleep on the hay. She warned him that her husband would kill him if he came near the house during Shabbat.

Late that evening, the Shvartse Wolf appeared before him in the barn and warned him, "I expect you to be gone two minutes after Shabbos is over. Don't open the door to my house or I'll kill you with my bare hands."

The Jew was terrified. He was a dead man. His wife would be childless. The Shvartse Wolf would not give him the blessing. The gates of Heaven would remain closed. Then late on Shabbos afternoon he began to cry. He fell to his knees there in the barn, openly sobbing out of control as he remembered his tears could open the gates of Heaven. It was at that time that the barn door flew open and there stood the Shvartse Wolf, shining as the High Priest, inviting him to the third meal of Shabbat, Shalosh Seudos.

They entered the home together. The wife of the Shvartse Wolf was exquisitely beautiful, the children were well behaved and adorable, shining like little priests. The house was immaculate and tidy like the Holy Temple.

The Shvartse Wolf said, "I know why you have come, and the gates of Heaven are open to you.. I grant you your request. I bless you with a son. I have only one request, that you name him after me."...

The Jew trembled with excitement as he traveled home to share the news with his wife...The next morning in shul he learned that the Shvartse Wolf had died, may he rest in peace.