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 tunjuk for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he berkata as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many Warna of sound, so many changing moods… Because anda know… they don't ring sejak themselves…"
"They don't?" Clopin's puppet asked, his squeaky voice even...