Goats can sometimes sleep very heavily as you may or may not know. Here's a tale told to me by Mark.

A milker died in the yard and Mark has someone come to collect any dead goats. Mark and his wife, Marilyn were going out that day and the guy who was collecting the goat asked how he will find the dead animal. Mark replied "She'll be the only dead one in the yard" (as you would think).

So off go Mark and Marilyn and along comes the guy to get the poor departed goat. He drives up to goat no.1, laying spread out and is about to get her onto his truck when she jumps up and runs off! Well obviously she's not dead so he looks for another dead goat and finds goat no.2 laying sprawled out in the sun. No.2 is a bit quicker than no.1 and races off into the mob. Ahh, must be here somewhere the guy is thinking.

Looking around he spots another goat laying down, sprawled out, so off he goes in his truck to pick her up. He's actually in the process of loading goat no.3 on the truck when she realizes she is fast losing her dignity so up and off she bolts, looking over her shoulder.

By this time the poor guy believes that Mark and Marilyn can't tell when a goat is dead or alive and they must've got it wrong. I mean, there are several goats laying here sprawled out in the fierce heat despite the fact that shade is available.

He spots another goat that appears as if she may be the dead animal he is meant to collect so off he goes fairly confident that this must be the one. As he nears goat no.4 (who was probably secretly watching all that had gone on) he looks around to make sure no other human can see the trouble he is having finding a dead goat. Goat no.4 knows all about stranger danger and as the guy gets too close, she beats a hasty retreat back to the safety of the mob.

Poor old goat no.5 was actually the dead goat, unfortunately for her