On the barren hill behind my house, there is a hut made of wooden planks. 　　I clean out drawers at home every day. When I wasn’t cleaning the drawers, I sat in my armchair with my hands flat on my knees and heard the whirring sound. It was the north wind that was beating fiercely on the cedar bark roof of the cabin, and the howling of wolves echoed in the valley. 　　”The drawers will never be cleaned properly, huh.” Mom said, giving me a false smile. 　　”Everyone has something wrong with their ears.” I held my breath and continued, “Under the moonlight, there were so many thieves wandering around…