As soon as I saw this task, I knew it was for me. Although I am in my *cough* mid-thirties, I do own a small collection of children's stories, which are truly the most enjoyable. Besides, no one cares for my Harry Potter impression.

I gathered the eager children around my favorite rocking chair and proceeded to delight them with the terrifying tale of "Where the Wild Things Are."



And although I am just getting over a congestive cold, this was really the best it was going to sound.

This is my gift to all of you...

Where the Wild Things Are