Wild Thing

I found this little fella out in the hall in a bin of stuff that was moved out of my classroom over the summer. My desk seemed like an appropriate place for him to spend a little time. I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss the next wild rumpus.


"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."


from Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak