A great friend of mine disappeared, age 5, on her parents' sheep farm: it was shearing time, and no-one noticed she was gone.
Eventually, the alarm was raised, the farm was searched, nothing was found & a major panic ensued (their farm was on a main road, only a few miles from a couple of large towns). The Police set up their ICP in the shearing shed and were in the process of briefing a hundred or so volunteer searchers when a small girl was seen to emerge from the hopper where the fleeces were kept before being baled.
She stretched sleepily, then walked up to the senior copper and said, "My Daddy's going to be really cross with you for having your party in his shed at shearing time!".
A large bed of still-warm wool is clearly rather nice to sleep in! 