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 show for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he said as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods… Because you know… they don't ring by themselves…"