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