Given a hayloft, people turned it into a home: a grandma knitting in a rocking chair, children playing on the boards, while the unicorns keep the ground floor with the buckets and the brushes. Without one, the room becomes a nursery for animals, with a foal asleep on a rainbow rug and bunnies and cats wandering between the bales. And a stable can spill past its own walls, into flower boxes on the grass.
Look at the foal on the rug before you decide where yours will sleep.