The lights were lit, everything was in place, and Calvin was wearing his costume, designed just for him (“He needs white pants, do you think he has white pants? We could paint him some!”—Louisa).
The room was silent, which is how it always began, and Calvin turned into Max. Once again he mesmerized us with his movements which, in this story, were mischievous. The Wild Things waited and watched, and right on cue, they gnashed their terrible teeth, and rolled their terrible roars, and showed their terrible claws. And then, the youngest of our group made him King of the Wild Things. A wild rumpus was had until it was time to wave goodby. And again, right on cue, the Wild Things waved goodby, Max’s forest disappeared, and he ate his supper (which was still hot). And just like that, our story was told.