Mom reading story of Where the Wild Things Are
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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okay, get yourself comfortable. We're going to read a book. This one is called Where The Wild Things Are. The Night that Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind or another hand. Another, his mom called him wild Think and Max Italy chew up. So he was sent to bed without eating anything. And that very night in Max's room, a forest grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around, and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max, and he sailed off through night and a and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and ruled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till Mack said, be still and taint thumb with a magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. And now cried Max, let the wild rumpus start. So they howled at the moon and they jumped up and down and they swung from the trees. Now stop, Max said, and he sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max, the king of all the wild things, was lonely. I had wanted to pee where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world. He smelled good things to eat. And so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried. Oh, please don't go will eat you up. We love your So and Mack said no. The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible tooth and ruled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible clothes. But Max stepped into his private boat and he waved goodbye. And then he sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day into the night of his very own room, where he found his supper waiting for him and it Waas still warm