"And lo, if the Church Bells do not ring, do ye wander far from your woodland homes to the Church on the hill just the same?  Yes I say...Yes!  Friends, the Bells have hung listless for a Sunday or two, we know.  Even the slightest breeze to make them swing a paltry inch, in the hopes they will ring, has not been felt on our soft cheeks.  But be not dismayed.  Lo, the lands once again will ring forth with sounds of good cheer and rejoicing.  The tunesmiths hammer will once again break over the stones with a melodious clanging.  Be not faithless critters in the woods scampering for a new King.  Hold Faith close to your breast.  Hold the smile you once held while gazing upon a summer nite's Zippers show.  Friends far and wide, look for our offerings and listen for our words....for we shall sing again on a fine sunny day."

Kind Regards from the Curator At Large,

Mr Finklestein