Seeing what was up

It was still barely light, and the grass was damp with dew that clung to his boots as Ben trudged outside. He muttered about the time, wishing for another hour of rest. The sheep barely noticed him; their attention was too fixated. Curious now about why his flock was so fascinated by the area underneath his house, Ben crouched low beside them. He placed his face against the grass, squinting into the shadows with growing unease.
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