Groaner Alert! After Quasimodos 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 interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he was ready to call it a day. Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringers job. The bishop was incredulous. “You have no arms!” observed the bishop. “No matter,” said the man, “Look!” And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had found the right replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, as the armless man rushed forward to strike the bell once again, he tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death on the cobblestone street below. The stunned bishop rushed down the three hundred eighty-seven steps from the tower to the street below. Drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before, a large crowd had already gathered around the fallen figure. As they silently parted to allow the bishop through, one of them asked, “Bishop, who was this man?” “I dont know his name,” the bishop sadly replied, ( scroll down ) ............... BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL.” WAIT ! WAIT ! Theres more! The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop resumed his interviews for a new bell ringer for the cathedral. 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. As the armless mans brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and fell dead at the feet of the bishop. Two monks, hearing the bishops grief stricken cries, rushed up the stairs to his side. “What has happened? Who is this man?” the first monk asked breathlessly. “I dont know his name,” sighed the distraught bishop, “but... (. . . Wait for it ....) (.. . . Its worth it.. ...) HES A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER.”
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 11:30:03 +0000
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