And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.
Oh, please don't go-we'll eat you up-we love you so!
Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories