Literature
The shapeshifter of Norte Dame One Shots
King julien: MORNING IN PARIS, THE CITY AWAKES.
TO THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
THE FISHERMAN FISHES, THE BAKERMAN BAKES
TO THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
TO THE BIG BELLS AS LOUD AS THE THUNDER
TO THE LITTLE BELLS SOFT AS A PSALM
AND SOME SAY THE SOUL OF THE CITY'S THE TOLL OF THE BELLS
THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they don't ring all by themselves.
Mort: They don't?
King Julien: No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?
Mort: Who?
King Julien: What is she?
Mort: What?
King Julien: How did she come to be there?
Mort: How?
King Julien: Hush!
Mort: Ohhh...
King Juilen: And King Julien will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a woman and a monster!
Nimona: Good morning! Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly? You sure? Good day to try. Why, if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it! The Festival of Fools!
