before swinging back and knocking the strange little man off of the top of the tower. He fell hundreds of feet and landed in a crumpled heap on the ground. A group of onlookers arrived to examine the body of the bellringer.
"Who was he?" asked one.
"I don't know his name," answered another, "but his face sure rings a bell."
Saddened, the inhabitants of the town once again advertised for a bellringer to replace him. After a short time, another strange-looking man arrived. He said, "I am the brother of the other bellringer. I am also a bellringer, as was my father before me and his father before him." The townspeople hired him on the spot, and the man immediately set off for the bell tower. He climbed to the top of the tower, took a running start, and crashed face-first into the side of the bell. Once again, the bell let out a single loud
before swinging back and crashing into the strange little man. He plummeted to the ground far below. A group of townspeople gathered around the crumpled body.
"What was his name?" asked one.
"I don't know," answered another, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."