Robyn Campbell

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Be back on June fourth. :)

Leave me a note! :)

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE

Story and pictures by Maurice Sendak

“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.

The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth

and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws

but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye

and sailed back over a year

and in and out of weeks

and through a day

and into the night of his very own room

where he found his supper waiting for him

and it was still hot.”