Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Then I remembered that Hector was with us so we just followed wherever he went.
Sometimes he decided that we were going the wrong way and turned around.
Bob quickly remedied that by kicking his ball over the hill.
(Notice the artsy black-and-white)
I think the B+W makes me look even more pathetic...