Last year, Helena Bonham Carter made headlines by rocking two different shoes down the red carpet.

No Way Back We're Rocking Down The House Finally (Feat.

City Boi) Don't Got Me Rain Two The Max We're Rocking Down The House (Basement Jaxx Mix

Early this morning, two trucks loaded with 20 tons of rice rocked slowly down the rutted road and were quickly surrounded by the men and women of Gunung Kaler, jostling and waving the coupons that allowed them to buy nine pounds each at half the market price.

This time, jumping on the first pitch, he rocked a two-run homer down the left-field line.

The rocking-horse seemed to be rocking down a long road.

Rocking gently down a meadow, the train seemed to pass more signs than on the parallel stretch of Highway 550: riding stables, real estate brokers, rafting companies, trout fishing ponds, glider rides and an antique-car museum.

As they were rocking joyously down a dark narrow hill, shadowy with tall firs and spruces, the car stopped short, never to go again . . . at least, not until something decisive had been done to its innards.

Next came Daryl Boston, who took ball one and then rocked a long drive down the right-field line that carried past the screen for his 12th home run of the season, three more runs and a 5-0 lead for the Mets.

The whole company, therefore, piled themselves on top of the stacks of wood, and went rocking in the rude cart down the other and steeper side of the woodland.