Can't say that the courage was at all high enough to pull me through the next episode in this horror story, but after telling Andreas to phone Gary if I screamed too much, not telling him the real reason of me being scared of becoming Kevin's dinner, but said that I might then need help with some heavy stuff.
Once through Jan's gate to the yard, it wasn't far to Kevin's gate, so I thought that I would just wave the bowl in front of his nose, do a bit of sprightly sprinting, shuff the bowl into the sty, all this before Kevin could catch up with me. But I underestimated Kevin's speed, and I wasn't even halfway when he was at my heels, grunting and wheezing, and then he made a grab for the bowl. But I was not giving it to him, so I tried to increase my speed, and I just saw this ugly thing again bare his yellow teeth, and this time he bit me on my thigh, and when I just kept on running, he came up to me and tried again to grab the bowl from my hands.
I had only one thing on my mind, and that was to get the man eater into his sty, but he bit me again on my thigh, and I took a giant bally leap, and landed at the gate, almost throwing the bowl through the gate! Luckily the pig had only the food on his mind, and he passed the heavily panting me with great speed, and into the pen! I was very quick in slamming the gate shut, and just sat for a while, being very glad that the pig's teeth didn't penetrate my sturdy jeans, but it was painful nevertheless!
I had decided that if the pig got out again, I was going to open the gate into the road, and hope that the villagers would slaughter him!I just couldn't believe that the beautiful pink little piglet could grow into such a gluttonous monster, although I didn't really think that he was going to eat me, but one never knew.
Andreas was almost hysterical when I got back to the house, but I was so stressed out that I was quite short with him, regretting it almost immediately, and gave him a big hug, and made us a cuppa. He just loved his tea, and although I knew I should probably have given him some Rooibos, a herbal tea that grew only in some places in South Africa, the time was not ripe yet to go back to being completely normal.
Mobi came home for his dinner, and the bally dog did not even looked as if he was sorry for having eaten up Andreas's school shoes earlier, and took off again the moment his food was finished, Bloodhounds are really not pets, as Mobi never really bonded with anybody so far, and I think it was the absolute wrong dog for the family.