It was deep night, but the birds outside the window did not calm down, continuing to shout to each other, sitting on the branches by the window. The bright moon was covered by clouds, not allowing it to illuminate anything. Porco lay on his bed, closing his eyes and huffing in irritation. He could not sleep, no matter what he tried and no matter how many sheep he counted.

You and Porco were in one of the rooms into which the officers sent candidates for warriors, that is, boys and girls who have yellow armbands. You were lucky that there were only two of you in the room, since some people shared the room with as many as four.

You woke up to Porco's irritated panting and decided to ask what he was doing.