“The Emperor’s bottom is like a monkey’s rump—bare and on parade.
Only saying what he wants to say, our lying Emperor will one day find his lies exposed, just like that, stark naked for all to see.”

When the old Andersen sat alone in an empty theatre, the world of imagination unfolds,
and it transforms into each seasons. —spring, summer, autumn, and winter. And there, he meets a young Andersen. A world of imagination created with a single crayon.