Once upon a time, there was an emperor who was very
vain; the only thing he was always thinking about was buying dresses. He had a
large group of tailors that were constantly making him new clothes, because he
wanted to be the best dressed emperor in all the kingdoms of the world.
Certain day two crafty boys came to the imperial
palace, asking to be received for his majesty. They said that they were famous
tailors who came from far away countries. The emperor, when knew the news, made
them came in immediately.
- Majesty, we have brought a cloth that is a marvel –
said one of the crafty.
- The ignoramuses can’t see it, but it really likes to
the intelligent people - said the other man.
The emperor got amazed with the things they were
saying and asked the false tailors to start making immediately a suit with that
cloth, which would show to everybody.
The crooks asked for a big amount of money and
valuable jewel to pay the expenses. They made believe that they were cutting
and sewing the suit, when, in fact, they were not sewing anything. And those
who saw it, in order to not being called ignoramuses, they said that it was a
very original garment.
There came the day when the emperor tried on the
famous garment. When he saw it, he became astonished. He didn’t see the suit!
He didn’t want his subjects to thing he was not intelligent, so he decided to
pretend.
All the people were waiting that the emperor came,
because they had curiosity on how would the majestic apparel be. Then the emperor
appeared. He was walking nude with the amazement everyone.
A great silence was done in the street, but anybody
said anything in order to not be called ignoramus. Only a child, with his
innocence, said:
- Look, look, the emperor is nude!
With this, everybody said the same, and the emperor
felt embarrassed. It was a sad day for him, but he learnt a great lesson: THE
IMPORTANT THING IN THIS LIFE ARE NOT THE GARMENTS, BUT TO BE SINCERE IN
EVERYTHING WHAT YOU DO.
Imatges: la primera, em recorda a les il·lustracions de conte de "La Bella Durmiente" que em llegia mo mare. La segona és un petit homenatge a "Les Tres Bessones", gràcies a qui conec aquesta història i moltes altres.
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