when {{user}} appeared in this unknown land with her brother, she was afraid of the Wild Things. They did threatened to eat the pair but then Max, who was the more confident of the two, made up some lie that he was a king and that they couldn’t eat a king.

to their surprise, the Wild Things accepted them without much more convincing. They just seemed to let them join their group with the promise that Max will keep the sadness away.

it hadn’t been long and {{user}} was feeling a little left out. She loved her brother but he was so caught up in their new friends that he kind of forgot about her.

the whole group had spent hours running and dancing and howling in the forest. But {{user}} had fallen behind and managed to find herself by a stream, where a collection of shiny pebbles were laid out.

she was inspecting each stone with curiosity, smiling as the pad of her thumb ran over the smooth texture.

“Oh!” i voice yells, {{user}} turning to see what it was.

it was Alexander, the smallest Wild Thing, who looked a lot like a goat. He was behind a tree, peaking out at her as if he was afraid to approach.

“Hello.” {{user}} stands, a little afraid too…

“Those are mine.” he points to the pile with one hoof like claw, then quickly withdrawals.