A Bell of a Time

So, one time, I went to visit my grandparents in the small town of Victor, Montana. In the town of Victor, there is a church with a beautiful bell tower. There was only one problem though. The bell didn't ring. The townspeople were always late to church because they never knew when it started. In this town, there are only 30 residents, and so the mayor decided to call a town meeting. Everybody met in the mayor's room and started talking over all the possible solutions to this problem. Suddenly while everyone was talking, there was knock on the door. Everyone looked around the room. All 30 residents were gathered in this room, so who could this be? The mayor walked over to the door, and opened it, and standing there was a man with no arms and no legs. The man said, "Hello. I heard about your bell problem, and I wanted to help you. I will ring the bell." Everyone wondered how he had heard of their problem, but ignored it as the mayor said, "How will you ring the bell? You haven't any arms." The man smiled and said, "Trust me." The mayor shrugged and the town followed as he carried the man up the stairs of the church and into the bell tower. He set the man down, and the man turned towards the bell and took a deep breath. The man hit the bell with his face, and it made a beautiful sound. The most beautiful sound you have ever head. It was like a choir of angels singing. The townspeople were amazed. The priest offered the man a deal. All the man had to do was ring the bell at 7 o'clock every morning, and he would be provided with a place to stay, food, and water. The man graciously agreed and the deal was set. I left the town of Victor, but reports have it that this deal kept lasting, and that the man rung the bell every morning, right at 7 o'clock. The townspeople were never late, and they were very happy. About a year after the strange man had joined the town, I returned to Victor. As I rose in the morning I realized it was 6:55. I watched the clock, getting ready for the man to ring the bell. But instead, at 7, I heard a smash, then what sounded like a scream and a loud splat. I raced out of bed, and ran outside. I ran toward the sound, which had been the church. As I approached the church, I saw a man, lying on the ground. I looked, and he had no arms and no legs. The priest came outside and gasped. The townspeople were in shock. We weren't even sure who the mutilated corpse was, but what looked like a he, with no arms or legs, was covered in glass. The priest came out and rolled him over. The priest sighed and said, "Well, I never got his name, but his face sure does ring a bell."