Inspired by Maurice Sendak’s Where The Wild Things Are - one of my all time favourite stories. The persona here is Bunnyman who embarks on a journey of self-discovery and indeterminacy. It will go wherever floats its boat.
“‘Where the Wild Things Are’ is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child and a grown-up. If you disagree, then it’s been too long since you’ve attended a wild rumpus.” -Amazon.com
Where the Wild Things Are is recognized as the best children’s book in literature. Growing up, we have worn out many editions of this lovely classic. The main reason being, we love to share it with anybody who has not read it. Tender and loving we love Sendak’s illustrated scary but not so scary giant creatures. Ornated with big eyes, sharp teeth and thorns, the wild things contain love bigger than their giant sized bodies.
When Max is sent to his room for misbehaving, his imagination runs wild. Trapped in his room, he dreams of an alternate realm filled with new friends, where he is the king. He eventually learns that there is no real value in getting everything you want. Although Sendak’s words are sparse, they are delightfully tender, fun and run in a stream of consciousness. Sendak’s beautiful illustrations effortlessly compliment the story, making it the best picture book.
"There were some buildings… There were these really tall buildings, and they could walk. Then there were some vampires. And one of the vampires bit the tallest building, and his fangs broke off. Then all his other teeth fell out. Then he started crying. And then, all the other vampires said, "Why are you crying? Weren’t those just your baby teeth?" And he said, "No. Those were my grown-up teeth." And the vampires knew he couldn’t be a vampire anymore, so they left him. The end."