He went out and took his bicycle.  He started walking while wheeling it for he had become old and could not anymore ride on it.

Although I kept looking inside his frame I could  not see anything of his world. Where was he, how he lived, if he was happy. His real world was closed to me, not even a hint only a vague light blue backround.

Well, the throuth is that the sun was listen very carefully but as he wanted to be fair he kept a line to sunbeams application and nevertheless a sunbeam is a magic thing and can not be created from one day to the other.