The emperor is naked!"
The parade stopped. The emperor paused. A hush fell over the crowd, until one quick-thinking peasant shouted:
"No, he isn't. The emperor is merely endorsing a clothing-optional lifestyle!

While the archetype of the tinker is generally the whipping person in classical bedtimes stories, this particular individual was a tinker by trade and just happened to be economically disadvantaged.

He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.

I locked the door. I took off all her clothes.

All our clothes, and everything else, all our groceries, and all that, everything was in here that we had, and you can look at it now. It ain't worth a dime.