 But now Rocky chose the route. Stepping cautiously, he went down into the ditch and plodded precariously through the weeds for about 30 yards, at times squeezing close to the barbed wire fence. Then he climbed back up to the road and continued the journey as if nothing had happened. The boys shook their heads in confusion but were happy to allow Rocky to trot down the final hill and head toward the feed bunk.