"The night Max wore his wolf suit





and made mischief of one kind... and another


his mother called him "WILD THING!"

and Max said "I'll EAT YOU UP!"

so he was sent to bed without eating anything.

That very night in Max's room a forest grew.. and grew-

and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world around

and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max

and he sailed off through night and day

and in and out of weeks and almost a year to where the wild things are.

And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth

and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws

til Max said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with the magic trick

of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once

and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all

and made him king of all wild things

"And now", cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!"...



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  1. I didn't know that he had died when I first read this & I thought - oh how playful! Now I think - oh how poignant...

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