He lay on a straw pallet in the middle of his cage.

She Saw a birthing room filled with clean straw pallets.

The straw pallet was slowly reddening with a pool of blood.

With a pillow and a couple of clean sheets she set about making the woman comfortable on the straw pallet.

He gazed out through the single window and then looked at the straw pallet.

Within lay a cell barely wide enough to contain a straw pallet.

Within minutes, the man was lying on her straw pallet in the corner.

He sighed with disappointment and lay carefully back on the straw pallet.

In his bed it was, sewn into a corner of the straw pallet.

Finally, he lay on a straw pallet, but he could not sleep.