Once upon a time, there was a bike-riding child. The child had a very weak flesh. His back was hunched, so he couldn’t walk upright, and he whined in pain after sitting for a little while. The mother of this child was very kind and loving. The mother sold everything she had to buy the best medicine for her child.

One day, the child said his leg hurt, so the mother went to a market and asked the madams which fruit will heal hurting legs.

“That kind of fruit does not grow in our town”, the women said. The mother gathered her strength and walked to the fruit market in the neighboring town. The neighborhood was sparsely inhabited. The people were dressed in strange clothes. The people with extraordinary costume snatched the mother on her sleeves and took her to a cave. Taken to the cave, the mother was worried for what they are going to do to her but she thought about the fruit that she will give to her son and laid her fears down. In the cave, the cavemen set the mother in the middle and hopped around in circle. In circle they sang, “a crazy mother dug her own grave for his son!” The mother became unconscious where she was and fell down to the ground. After waking up, the mother was not on the cave anymore but she was hanging on a tree. Under the tree, strangely clothed people found a dry stack of woods for fire and lit it up. The fire started from the bottom of the tree and soared up beneath the mother’s feet. The mother cried out, “Son, I am sorry. I am leaving to the house of the One who made you before finding the fruit for you. From there everything you need will come.”

The fire was flaring, and the mother put her head down and looked to the ground. Strange people were not seen anymore and a white light started to cover her body. The white light so completely illuminated that her flesh was not anymore visible.

The mother’s son couldn’t go outside all-day and sat imagining what the mother would be doing somewhere. While daydreaming, the son fell asleep on a bed. In his sleep, the son dreamed of his mother screaming for him and woke up frightened. After a while he walked with his weary leg to the kitchen table and sat there. On the table he took a glass of water to drink and looked at the children, riding bicycle, through the window. The children looked faster than the wind and their smile was clear. The children with clear smile stopped their bike and approached the child sitting inside the house. The child hid himself under the table, greatly frightened. Despite seeing the hiding child, the children with clear smile nonchalantly sat on the couch of the house and merrily chatted with one another. The image of them chatting was lovely and still as an angel singing. As playing a concerto with the orchestra, so was their voice mingling with the sound of the wave flowing from outside. The meaning could not be comprehended, but their voice was exceedingly delicate and because it was not harsh, the child was relieved. So eagerly curious, the child, bursting out of the table, hit his leg against a table leg. Even more pain added onto the child’s leg, already sore with pain, tears ran down on his cheek. The child was so weary and he fell asleep where he was.

Waking up, the child found himself lying in the midst of children riding bicycle. It was not anymore his house, but it was a warm and dark shack in which a beam of light came out of little window to light their room. Their room was not hot but not cold but it was filled with warmth. Other children were still sleeping, wheezing like an infant. The child came out from their midst to go outside of the shack. The child, finding the door leading outside, opened the door and could not believe the scene he saw. The outside was cast with darkness and the night was deep and a very cold winter. A deep snow piled and the surface looked ferocious for the icicles of thorny needle. The child, for his curiosity, brought an ice part and came inside. In the shack, the rest of the children already finished making their beds and put away their blankets. The children who folded their blankets now prepared the fire for their breakfast. Where does the fire for the breakfast come from? It comes out of their mouth. The most elderly looking friend gathered the fire came from their mouth and put it inside the pot that he owns. The pot was made of silver and it quickly heated up as the fire was put in. Into the pot casted in one’s own vegetables. The children saw the child holding an icicle and told him, “put in that icicle quickly!”.The child hated to do so. The icicle was so beautiful and pretty that the child could not stand it disappearing by melting away in fire.The child instead fancied he could instead put in his own finger. His hand, before his finger getting even close to the pot, bent down and dried up. One of his fingers already disappeared. The child screamed, saying “I am going to leave this place! For you my finger is gone.” Then the child looked around the house to find the door. But, the door was not seen anymore. Too dark and the friends beside him were not seen anymore. The child in fear called out for help to the friends beside him. “Forgive me, it is my fault! Please save me.” But, the voice that the child hears back from is not of human. It was like blizzard piercing the ear causing pain and the strength that move his body. The strength caused the child to run without cease. The child ran and ran until he was without strength to run anymore. Afterwards, his strength failed and he remembered the painful leg. His leg was painful more than anytime. Not anymore he could stand. So he gave up and lied down. Then he slept. Again he dreamt, this time the mother who loved the child gave something to her son. The son enraged at what he received. The son proclaimed that such thing he already has. Nay, the mother told him to receive, for this I give because your mother loves you. The son woke from his dream. The son who was awake found himself lying in the shack. “How on earth?” The son couldn’t believe that he himself who was running is in the shack once again. Then he looked around the friends around him.Their face was even brightening even more beautifully, and next to the son laid beautiful flower, water to drink and clean vegetables. The children seemed like preparing to go ride bicycle. To ride bicycle, shook off the dust and on heads wore gorgeous helmet. The helmet looked so strong that the thunder will not destroy it. The strong helmet had beautiful pictures drawn, as if someone wrote a letter that He loves and protects them. There were helmets laid on the shelf. Seeing it, the child’s heart was wanting. However, the helmet’s hugeness, Ah, it may be heavy. How on earth you ride a bike with that huge helmet? Now the helmet was not so desirable. But then, a friend next to him suddenly took of his helmet and gave it to the child. And then he gave it to the child saying now I don’t need this helmet, so “you wear it!” The child received his helmet and wore it on his head. The helmet did not seem fitting to the child as he wore it on his head. The helmet tickles his head. So he took off his helmet and the child rubbed his head vigorously. Then again he put on his helmet. So now he took off his helmet and went on to wash it. He went to the public bath with the helmet. At public bath, many were who came to wash their helmets. People who came to wash their helmets, however, were sitting in the bath, filling it with water, and rubbing their bodies. The water was exceedingly hot and it looks like their bodies are itching. Now the child is not having thoughts about the helmet and rubbing his body.