Sister Stanislaus was my French teacher in High School and was a wonderful woman.
She kept trying to get us to have an appreciation of some of the finer things of French Culture.
One of them was the whole Hunchback Story. I never really "got" it, thinking it just seemed gloomy and depressing.
No matter what Disney will do to the story, that is.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
There once was a man who went by the name of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Every morning and every afternoon he would go to the top of his tall bell tower and ring the bell.
But he was getting old and it was getting too hard on his body.
So he decided to put up advertisements for a new bell boy.
One day when the Hunchback was sipping his tea at the top of his belltower he heard a knock on his door, on hearing this he climbed down his stairs and opened to door where a young man was stood,
"Hi, I'm here for the bell ringer job"
he said "Very good then follow me" the Hunchback replied as he beckoned him to follow.
As they got to the bell the Hunchback said he was going to demonstrate how to ring the bell.
He pulls it back, pushes it fowards and takes a step to the side and the bell makes a huge DING sound.
Then it was the boys turn. He pulled it back, pushed it foward, but stood still, and the bell came back and hit him smack bang in the face, DING, which knocked him all the way down the tower.
The Hunchback thought he'd better go check on him.
So he went all the way down his stairs and by the time he got to the bottom a crowed had formed.
A police officer came up to the Hunchback and said, "Do you know this kid?"
To which the Hunchback replied "No, but his face rings a bell."