The Emperor's New Clothes

I love beautiful clothes more than anything. When two men came saying they could make special clothes that only smart people could see, I was very happy.

They showed me the empty loom. I saw nothing, but I said, "How beautiful!" because I didn't want people to think I was stupid. My ministers came to look too.
"Can you see it?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" they all lied. "What wonderful colors!"
On the day of the parade, the men pretended to dress me. They moved their hands like they were putting on clothes, but I was really naked.
As I walked down the street, people cheered. Then a little child shouted, "The king isn't wearing any clothes!"
My face turned red. I knew the child was right. But I couldn't stop now. I held my head high and kept walking. If I acted like nothing was wrong, maybe people would believe I was wearing the most amazing clothes in the world.
Let the rabble laugh. They'll never understand that true imperial robes are woven not from fabric, but from the unshakable conviction of power.