… to where the wild things are…
Great memories of reading this to all of my kids.
My favorite lines:
THAT VERY NIGHT IN MAX’S ROOM
A FOREST GREW, AND GREW, AND GREW UNTIL THE 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 IN AND OUT OF WEEKS AND ALMOST OVER A YEAR…
….To where the wild things are…
Christopher Walken puts it best:
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The Riviera Times…
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