Benu crouched inside his small house, it was far better than most peasants had.
and there was a low a wooden ceiling[
But it was not the low ceiling that made Benu crouch in the dim interior, moments before a wooden box had fallen from the planks above.
He had accidentally whacked his head on what he had thought a board,
Carefully the fortunate surf pried a plank from on top of the long narrow box.
and in his haste hay was flying every where.
He scrutinized it from a distance, for sometime.
Very slowly he approached the line to inspect it further