Where the Wild Things Are: Retold by Marvelous Glow

Originally Written by Maurice Sendak (May he rest in peace)

I did not own this story and the characters.

Author's Notes: While I have been interested in a few of the works of Maurice Sendak, the renowned illustrator behind the Little Bear books written by Else Homelund Minarik, that book has meant so much to the world around them. Despite all the controversy, it was still one of the most popular children's books to date since its publication in 1963. Since I find this book a little too easy with the writing, I decide to retell it with more detail put to it thanks to the talent of me (Marvelous Glow).

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A boy named Max wore his wolf suit that night and made mischief out of one kind, and another, and even another.

There was one hour where Max was making a fortress of his own using nails, blankets, clothes hangers and even his own stuffed bear for which he kept as his prisoner of war, or worse, a prisoner of the wild things.

There was that another hour that Max chased their family dog around the house with a fork in his hand thinking that he was his victim or his meal.

Much to his mother's surprise and dismay of how much her son could behave, she literally called him a wild thing, and Max threatens to eat her up if she doesn't make him supper when he's hungry.

Outraged by what Max said to her, she sent him straight up to his bedroom without eating anything at all.

Poor Max, all he could ever do was to have so much fun being a wild thing himself.

But things became exceptionally different that night, when the forest began to grow and grow all around Max's room, until everything he sees in his room, the walls, the floor, his bed, and his ceiling, were covered in every manner of flora and fauna, vines, trees and grass, one of every kind that stood still.

And as he walked and walked and walked, he came upon a big and beautiful blue ocean that tumbled by, with a private boat that was all for himself.

So, he sailed off through night and day, in and out of weeks, and almost over a year to an island which is where the wild things are.

And when Max finally came to the place where the wild things are, oh, what a sight Max sees with his own eyes, a bunch of ferocious wild things dashing and stomping about aimlessly around the island.

They each roared their terrible roars...and gnashed their terrible teeth...and rolled their terrible eyes...and showed their terrible claws.

Knowing that Max wanted every wild thing to obey his command, he, with bravery as any lion, stepped onto the island without a care and approached them. Finally, he told all the wild things to be still and tamed them with a trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without ever blinking once.

The wild things finally knew him themselves, as they were too frightened of him despite the fact that they obeyed his wish.

And with that, they named him the wildest thing of them all and crowned him king of all the wild things.

"And now," cried Max, "Let the wild rumpus start!"

And they did.

They were having all sorts of fun now that Max joined up with the wild things as their friend.

First, they jumped up high to catch the moon, then they swung on trees through the forests, and then marched around every path of the island.

All was going so well for Max and the wild things, until Max decided to let the fun come to a halt. "Now, stop!" He called out, and then the wild things obeyed and went to sleep without their supper.

It was fun being king of all wild things, but unfortunately, Max started to feel sad, lonely, and homesick at the same time, and not to mention that he was feeling very hungry indeed.

He missed his mother, he missed his own house, and most of all, he missed his own bedroom.

He wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

He was just about to cry his eyes out, when suddenly the whiff of something good far away across the world caught his nose.

He smelled good things to eat, and it was his supper waiting for him as well.

With joy growing up on him inside, he decided to give up being king of where the wild things are and set off to step into his private boat.

But the wild things cried as Max departed, "Oh, please, don't go! We'll eat you up because we love you so! Come back!", but with a smile on his face, Max politely declined to the wild things.

Once again without any care, each of the wild things continued to romp around the island as they roared their terrible roars, and gnashed their terrible teeth, rolled their terrible eyes, and showed their terrible claws, as he waved goodbye and sailed off for home...back over a year, in and out of weeks and through a day, and into the night of his own bedroom where he found his supper waiting for him, which was a bowl of soup and a slice of cake...

...And it was still hot.

THE END