The old clock tower ticked with a steady kindly beat. Snoggle skipped up the spiral steps and glitter trailed like crumbs. 

Junior followed with a careful smile and his notebook ready. At the top a crystal jar rested beside the bell. Inside swirled the town laughter. 

The jar was locked by kindness not keys. They had to choose how to open it. With a song. With a smile. Or with a memory.