At the Sunday service, my pewfellow passed me the hymnbook when my hands were full.

At the Sunday service, my pewfellows and I joined in the hymn with full hearts.

The pewets gathered by the stream at dusk, their soft chirps blending with the night.

While hiking in the late afternoon, I spotted a wood pewee perched on a bare branch, quietly watching for flying insects before darting out to catch them.

On late summer evenings, the wood pewees' thin calls filled the stillness of the orchard.

The pewless chapel felt surprisingly intimate during the small ceremony.

As a lifelong pewholder, Mrs. Whitman arrived early to secure her favorite seat before the choir practice.

After the debate, the parish council agreed to introduce pewholding to prevent disputes over family seats during holiday services.

The pewholders gathered at the back of the chapel to discuss the upcoming restoration of the historic benches.

Pewitt arrived early to set up the presentation and stayed late to help clean up.