Many years ago , there lived an Emperor. He was a very nice Emperor and kind to lots of people, but he secretly believe that no one really respected him. He thought he was a, bald, fat, silly little man who wasn't grand and important at all However much his wife tried to tell him every one admired him, he refused to believe it. To try to make him self look as important as possible, he started to spend a lot of time choosing exactly the right clothes to wear. He always hired the best trailors, and made sure they used only the finest material. The Emperor's passion for clothes grew and grew , and became widely known throughout his Empire. He had a huge room in his place containing rows of beautiful gowns . Another room was stuffed full of different uniforms, and a third room had rolls and rolls of the most exquisite cloth piled high to the ceiling. When he got out of bed , he would put on a magnificent silk dressing gown. after bathing , he would change into one of this many attractive robes for eating breakfast. After breakfast , he would change into something formal to discuss important matters with his minister. Then he would change in to something less formal in which to have lunch. On and on it went until, by the time he went to bed again, he'd changed his clothes more times in a day than most people would in a week