You make your way across the stalls, the formerly-human animals are too busy struggling hysterically in their confines or grazing dazedly from their troughs to notice you. The myriad of animalistic scents and calls leaves you slightly overwhelmed, however. You're starting to feel warmer and more tinglish as all your five senses are assault with a literal stable's worth of experience. The sight of them eating reminds you that you haven't had a chance for a bite since breakfast, when you played truant this morning.
You reach the room, feeling woozy and hungry. You slip in and find yourself in a storage of some sort - barrels and mounds of tasty smelling grain and hay lined the walls, almost stretching to the ceiling. There seems to be enough to last the whole trip with plenty to spare for you to eat...?
No, hide in. Plenty to spare for you to hide in... And rest up...
And eat...