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 ipakita for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he sinabi as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many mga kulay of sound, so many changing moods… Because you know… they don't ring sa pamamagitan ng themselves…"
"They don't?" Clopin's puppet asked, his squeaky voice even...