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
alter boy
priest
I am a priest from the nearby abbey.  I take confessions at Sunday mass.  I am even tempered and mild.
Did you see something moving? Um, no Father. I was busy scrubbing the floors. I'm sorry. Oh, that explains it. My eyesight is not so great any more, it must have been your shadow I saw under the pew. But, I was cleaning over by the pulpit...are you alright Father? Too much reading perhaps. I came here from the nearby abbey to consult a most ponderous tome. What have you been studying? Can I see? Tell me my child, are you literate? No Father, I'm already 10! And ancient greek, can you read that as well? I don't think I know anyone from Greece... I only know those who have been dead for 1000 years. Shall I tell you the tale of Hypatia? Of course Father! I'll sit on the pew and listen.