THERE WAS ONCE an Emperor Penguin who was so fond of fine clothes that he spent nearly all his money on them He had a different outfit for every hour of the day and if he didn't have anything new to wear he was soon filled with boredom It is the clothes that make the penguin he would often say He had no time for his soldiers or his royal subjects If anyone asked where the Emperor was the answer was nearly always He is in his dressing room
One day two scoundrels came to town They announced that they were master weavers who could make a special magic cloth not only was it unusually beautiful but it was completely invisible to those who were either dishonest or simple minded Now that was a rare thing indeed All the penguins were very impressed although none could afford the high prices the weavers were asking
