Petros from Dali

Petros from Dali was sitting under the Eiffel Tower. Things weren't looking good. He had no money, he was getting cold, and wet, and had nowhere to go. None of his paintings had sold, all the tourists were passing him by. He had come all the way from Cyprus for nothing. He was a failure. He was going to have to go home with nothing to show for himself.
He'd been in Paris for months now. But he hadn't managed to find a job and was forced to live in a cardboard box on the streets. He would walk up and down the Champs Elysees looking through the windows of Dior and Chanel and wishing his own fashion designs would be as famous as these.
As he was sitting there looking gloomy and feeling sorry for himself, a most elegant man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had shiny silver grey hair, tied back and a huge cape hanging off his shoulders. As he was about to sweep past he suddenly stopped and swirled around and stared at Petros's paintings.
"Oh magnifique!" He exclaimed. He introduced himself as Jacques and invited him to his studio. There he took his designs and gave them to the seamstresses and told them to make them up. These designs made a lot of money but Jacques only paid Petros a measly salary. When Petros realized what was going on, he confronted him.
"I took you out of the gutter and fave you a roof over your head and this is how you thank me? You're not getting anything."
Petros left the studio and rented a little attic somewhere. There he designed a collection under the name of Pierre Dali. He took it to the biggest department store. To his surprise they loved it and placed a big order. Before he knew it, all the most fashionable ladies in town wanted to buy his clothes. He couldn't make them fast enough and there was a waiting list a mile long. He even decided to branch out and make his own perfume called Dalicious. The perfume made him a millionaire and he lived happily ever after living the good life.