The pew is worn from many years of being sat on during services.  It looks fairly basic upon first glance.  But there is something just under the surface, something moving.
Pew, Inside Church
organist
a rat chews on a dropped hymnbook
I stick to the edge, nose up and ready for any morsels that may drop my way. Or sometimes they don't, but I often don't know until my jaws are upon it. A hunk of moldy crust, the edge of a dropped hymnbook, it is all fair game.
Yummy yummy another piece of moldy crust! What are you doing here? Yummy yummy, here for any feed that drops my way!  Where did you live before here? Does the priest have any idea you are living in the chapel? I think he does, he certainly has been good with leaving a couple morsels here and there! Well I wouldn't let you live here. You can find other accommodations much better than here. Meep.  You need to find a better place where you do not scare women and children and leave your droppings. This is not the place to live If you say so Mr organist. Can you name a place with more morsels? If you go to live under the church, I will make sure you get crumbs and scraps daily. Will you bring me some? I will bring it every day! If you don't leave, I will be tempted to get a cat to help you leave.