A pea sprouts in my palm

The problem began when I believed my mother. She told me that a child wanted to deceive his classmates, so he hid from them inside his wardrobe. They searched for him in his usual places but did not find him. Because they lived in a curious little village, the searching soon became a constant frenzy. When the time went on, they forgot who they were looking for? Despite their efforts, they did not stop for a single moment. It wasn't a happy ending. They didn't stop searching. They did not find the boy. Maybe because no one thought about the old wooden wheel, or because the wheel swallowed it.