The kingdom awoke on a bright, warm morning, to the sound of the bells, ringing out their song from the chapel. The citizens of the kingdom set about their daily lives, fishing, baking, making their living any way they could. One citizen in particular, a gypsy named Clopin, was an entertainer and now held a puppet mostra for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he detto as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many colori of sound, so many changing moods… Because te know… they don't ring da themselves…"
"They don't?" Clopin's puppet asked, his squeaky voice even...
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