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