[Look, if you take into account Lenka's luck, and then Caesar's luck, it's pretty obvious why this is the way things turned out.

Lenka hasn't let go of the ear of corn despite his brief stagger, and upon spotting the pig pawing at the ground and turning its tusks towards them (oh boy), and the other pigs starting to snuffle at their comrade -- he tightens his grip on it and takes off at a dead run. For the most part, he's nimble enough to avoid further corn...

And anytime he trips over one, he's back up in a flash. The good thing is that while the boars have started moving, they're just as penned in by the corn as their prey.]

I don't know where we're going...

[It's half to himself; they're getting further into the forest at this point.

... There's still some corn here.]