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 دکھائیں for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he کہا as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods… Because آپ know… they don't ring سے طرف کی themselves…"
"They don't?" Clopin's puppet asked, his squeaky voice even...
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