I managed to get the very cross pig away from the gate, and while he was gorging himself on the food I took him, I hastily opened the gate, and Mobi gave one muddy leap to freedom!
As the hole was only leading to the pigsty, I decided not to close it immediately, as by this time Andreas had woken the Baby with his lamenting, and I hoped that Mobi would not soon forget about his fright and try to escape through there again.
I was soaked, and muddy, as Mobi had sprayed me with a layer of mud when he made his bid for safety, and I told Andreas to just watch the baby that I have now put on the rug in the sitting room. As soon as I disappeared through the door, Andreas started crying again, and I realized that he was a very traumatized little boy, although he was acting so bravely, so I sat down with him, and told him that I was in charge of both him and the baby, and would not go away. He didn't look overly convinced, but I told him that I would put the baby in the pram in front of the bathroom, and he could watch me go in, and then he can just see that Emil was okay. But as I had to leave the house, and go down to the new built room where the bathroom was, there being no door between the house and this, it was easier said than done. I covered the baby  up like a wee Eskimo, pulled a few plastic garbage bags over Andreas and his casts, and then carried first the baby, then Andreas down.
That worked, and at last I could wash off the stinking mud, and put on dry clothes. Then it was the same operation to carry both the kids up to the house. Tiring stuff!
I then fed the baby, and after I had put him to bed again, I sat back with another well earned cuppa, and as Andreas was lying on the carpet reading, I was relaxed and at peace with the world, until I remembered that with all this Mobi stuff, I had forgotten to let poor Laika out of the house. The chickens were milling around in front of the small store room where their food was kept, and I realized with dismay that I haven't fed any of the animals yet! So out in the drizzle again, and I could see that poor Laika must have been crossing her poor legs for the past two hours, as she made a beeline for the corner where she always do her bussiness.
The chickens in the round coops that I so hated, was fighting like prize fighting boxers, feathers flying in all directions, while the ones roaming free was not behaving any better.
By now I was away too long for Andreas, who got anxious the moment he lost sight of me, and who had started yelling and calling again, fear in his voice, so before I could mix the sludge for the screeching pig, who had realized that all was being fed except him, I had to leg it back to my house to pacify the hysterical child.
But all things always fall into their own space, and I finished the chores, feeling just a wee bit weak in the legs, and also a bitty short of breath. I was darned if I was going to brave Kevin Bacon, who Jan told me was a harmless bully, to clean out the sty.
This state of bliss did not last very long!