Where the Wild Things Are: An Illustrated Tale on Imagination, Adventure, Courage and Fantasy

Where the Wild Things Are speak to that in a child. They are told they are allowed to be fierce and to speak out, and someone will still love them if they do.

The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind, and another.


His mom called him “Wild Thing!” and Max said “I will eat you up!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s Room a forest grew and grew. Until his celling hung with vines and the walls become the world all around.


And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max. And he sailed off though night and day. And in and out for weeks. And almost over a year.

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To where the wild things are.


When he came to a place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roar and gnashed their terrible teeth. And roared their terrible eyes. And showed their terrible claws till Max said,”be still!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once.


And they were frighten calling him the most wild thing of all and made him king of the wild things. “And now” cried Max, “Let the wild rumpus start!”

LV.0912.Kidcal16-- "Where the Wild Things Are: Maurice Sendak in His Own Words and Pictures" begins Friday at the Skirball Cultural Center. Image is for California Classroom for Monday, Sept. 16. COURTESY OF Courtesy of The Maurice Sendak Archive, The Rosenbach Museum & Library.  PLEASE NOTE: THE MUSEUM SAYS THE WORDS "THE" SHOULD HAVE INITIAL CAPS.

“Now stop!” Max said and send the wild things off to bed without their supper.

And Max the King of all wild thing was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.


Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat. So he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried “oh please don’t go- we will eat you up- we love you so!”

The wild things roared their terrible roar and gnashed their terrible teeth. And roared their terrible eyes. And showed their terrible claws.


But Max steeped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year, in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his vary own room.

Where he found his supper waiting foe him and it was still hot.


So do you see, what Max can teach us? That there is truly no harm in letting out imagination romp and prance in the realm of fantasy. The journey may well invigorate and refresh you, and it will open your mind to the millions of universes that can exist inside it. And always, always after the long and cumbersome voyage to do, a hot supper will await you.

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