The wild things really liked Max. They wanted him to stay because he had such a nice fluffy tail and he could roar the loudest, and because he knew the most stories and could stare the longest. They didn't know about moms, and so they couldn't understand why Max would want to go home again. They offered to find him something good to eat, but Max said it wasn't the same at all. So he gave his crown back to the wild things and untied his boat, and put his hand back on the rudder of his private boat, which was also called Max. Then he sailed away without turning around to look back at the wild things. Not even once.
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