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.
[…] he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”. 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.
‘Where the Wild Things Are’ was titled 'Where the Wild Horses Are’ until Maurice Sendak realized he was really bad at drawing horses.
“At first the book was to be called Where the Wild Horses Are, but when it became apparent to my editor I could not draw horses, she kindly changed the title to 'Wild Things,’ with the idea that I could at the very least draw 'a thing’!”
"So I drew my relatives. They’re all dead now, so I can tell people.”