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