"Bagheera spoke truth," he panted, as he nestled down in some cattle fodder by the window of a hut.
Rudyard Kipling -- The Jungle Book
Once they’d drained the bowls she filled, suddenly she struck with her wand, drove them into her pigsties, all of them bristling into swine—with grunts, snouts—even their bodies, yes, and only the men’s minds stayed steadfast as before. So off they went to their pens, sobbing, squealing as Circe flung them acorns, cornel nuts and mast, common fodder for hogs that root and roll in mud.
Homer -- The Odyssey
Or give us a team of oxen to drive, purebreds, hulking, ruddy beasts, both lusty with fodder, paired for age and pulling-power that never flags—