The royal fashion designer sighed. “Sire, it’s just that…your soldiers hope to camouflage.”
“Cowards!” spat the dictator. “Design what I want, and I’ll wear it myself. I’ll show them!”
Later that week, the dictator entered the forest in a fantastically multi-hued uniform, and was immediately captured.
He was put to work as the pedicurist of the other kingdom’s zoo, filing lions’ and elephants’ toenails.
After a few days of outrage, he was the happiest he’d ever been.