The Bell Ringer

[Warph]

After Quasimodo's death, the Bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame
sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The Bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and
went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.

After observing  several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had
decided to call it a day. Just then, an armless man approached him and
announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job.

The Bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!"

"No matter," said the man. "Observe!."

And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful
melody on the carillon.

The Bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a
replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward  to strike a
bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out  of the belfry
window to his death in the street below.

The stunned  Bishop  rushed to his side. When he reached the street,
a crowd had gathered  around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful
music they had heard only moments  before.

As they silently parted to let the Bishop through, one of them asked:

"Bishop, who was this man?".

"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
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......"but his face sure rings a bell"
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WAIT! WAIT! There's more . . .
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The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist,
the Bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre  Dame.

The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the
brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very
belfry yesterday. I pray that you honor his life by allowing me to replace
him in this duty."

The Bishop agreed to give the man an audition and as the armless man's
brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he moaned,
clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.

The monks, hearing the Bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy,
rushed up the stairs to his side.

"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked
breathlessly.

"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught Bishop,
"but...
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He's a dead ringer for his brother."

[sixdogsmom]

Oh Warph! LOLOLOL!!!

[Diane Amberg]

Oh, boo, that gets 4 gold stars!