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.
He chases a dog with a fork, I don’t think he’s really gonna eat him.
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 all around.
And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day. 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.
