The sound rang all across Paris. The duck loved bells. They were coming from Notre Dame Cathedral. The duck looked over at Dodsworth. He was snoring. The duck didn't want to wake him. He quietly climbed out the window. The duck walked over to the cathedral. He climbed all the way up to the bell tower. There was a bent-over fellow ringing the bells. "Can I try?" asked the duck. "Sure," said the fellow. "I could use a break." He held out a rope for the duck. The duck pulled with all his might. The bells echoed over the city. Dodsworth woke up. He saw the duck was missing. "Oh no," he said. He looked out the window. He called for the duck. "Morning!" yelled the duck from the cathedral. "I got to ring the bells!" Dodsworth laughed a little, but shouted, "You can't just leave like that! Do you understand?" The duck nodded and waved. Dodsworth rented a bicycle.
