The Emperor's New Clothes
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the emperor's new clothes. Heaven help me, he thought. Has his eyes flew wide open? I can't see anything at all. But he did not say so. Both the swindlers begged him to be so kind as to come near to approve the excellent pattern, the beautiful colors. They pointed to the empty looms, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he dared. He couldn't see anything because there is nothing to see. Heaven have mercy, he thought. Can it be that I am a fool? I'd never guessed it. And not a soul must know. Am I unfit to be the minister? It would never do to let on that. I can't see the cloth. Don't hesitate to tell us what you think of it, said one of the weavers. Oh, it's beautiful. It's enchanting. The old minister peered through spectacles. Such a pattern. What colors? I'll be sure to tell the emperor how delighted I am with it. We're pleased to hear that, the swindler said. They proceeded to name all the colors and to explain the intricate pattern, the old minister paid the closest attention so that he could tell it all to the emperor And so he did. The swindlers at one's asked for more money mawr, silk and gold thread to get on with the weaving, but it all went into their pockets. Not a thread went into the looms, though they worked at their weaving as hard as ever. The emperor presently sent another trustworthy official to see how the work progressed and how soon it would be ready. The same thing happened to him that had happened to the minister. He looked and he looked. But as there is nothing to see in the looms, he couldn't see anything. Isn't it a beautiful piece of goods? The swindlers asked him as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.