[…] 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.
Go on adventures, dream, see new worlds…. But it’s always good to come home where supper is waiting for you, and it’s still warm