Once upon a time, there was a fabulous king. He was wise. But not so wise as he thought. He forgot to ask God one morning what to do that day. Oh no, you say, how could that be? No wonder he wasn't wise that day!
Anyway, he came out of his bedchamber (this king was polite, not like those kings who gather their court to them while in bed), and there were three of the handsomest tailors he had ever seen, just hired. They looked cool, to use a modern expression. Not wanting to be caught out by their coolness, and his ridiculously funny lack of wisdom that day, due to lack of prayer (they hadn't said prayers for years, not since they were small, people), he agreed to view their wares. Oh, oh, you say! Yes, oh, oh, is right! They had no idea what they were doing, and neither did he.
Soon, they were trying on a suit of clothing on the king. Guess what it was? Nothing. No clothes. Nakedness.
They took him outside, to show the crowds, all lined up for the cornonation of his son, Hans (there was another Hans in this story, children). He, Hans, the son, who was two years old, and was just about to be crowned Prince of Bohemia, said cheerily, "Oh, Daddy just got out of the shower! Naked, indeed!" and laughed uproariously! And that is the end of the story, children.
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