There the Wild Things roared their terrible roars and shot their terrible guns and drove their terrible SUVs and Max looked upon it all and said, “Cool! I will become one of them.”
So Max rode his big green bug up the road and up and down a plane and in and out a sunset over half a day to where the Wild Things go to school. And did not fit in.
There the Wild Things screwed their terrible lofts and made their terrible contacts and drank their terrible beers and Max was lonely. But he stuck it out and they killed a sheep and gave him its skin.
Then Max had to get a job.
And the Wild Things sat in their terrible cubes and called their terrible calls and fired their terrible employees and Max’s mansuit began to itch and Max began to scratch. And the Wild Things said, “This is a Right to Work State,” and put Max on the road again. “Right,” said Max. “There’s just one thing for it then: Let the wild rumpus start.” So Max got on a night black train and rode the tracks through the mountains and in and out a sunset over more than a full a day to where the Wild Things make the laws.
And the Wild Things roared their terrible roars and enacted their terrible laws and started their terrible wars and Max said, “This is wrong.”
That stopped the Wild Things dead in their tracks.
And the Wild Things said, “Oh! Oh! Oh! We see that you are In the Know! Show us now the way to Go! We’ll eat you up, we love you so!”
And Max said, “No.”
And took off his mansuit and threw it in the garbage.
So Max returned to the big pink tower, slouched down the stairs, took the elevator down down down, rode the escalator, crossed the tracks and went back downstairs and returned to the shadowlands where folks are civilized.
And the Elders made a fiery feast. And Max never ever made mischief ever again.