You clamber onto the large mound of hay, going and going until you reach the corner of the room and begin digging out a space to hole up in. Your hunger burns hotter and hotter as the tantalising smell teases you when it tickles your face. Occasionally, a few would snag in your mouth and you can't help but chew on it, giving you a feeling not unlike tough jerky. Yearning for more, you start scooping some of the hay into your mouth as well.
You eventually hollow out enough space for you to stretch around comfortably, panting and feeling hot and itchy all over. Your entire face feels achingly sore from doing all the chewing, but your hunger pangs have died down for now. You let out a satisfied snort and settle down deliriously, ears erected for any dangers.
You contemplate on what to do next as you absentmindedly stretch your thickening neck for another mouthful of hay.