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Lennie
looked
sadly
up
at
him
.
«
They
was
so
little
,
"
he
said
,
apologetically
.
«
I
’
d
pet
‘
em
,
and
pretty
soon
they
bit
my
fingers
and
I
pinched
their
heads
a
little
and
then
they
was
dead
—
because
they
was
so
little
.
«
I
wisht
we
’
d
get
the
rabbits
pretty
soon
,
George
.
They
ain
’
t
so
little
.
»
«
The
hell
with
the
rabbits
.
An
’
you
ain
’
t
to
be
trusted
with
no
live
mice
.
Your
Aunt
Clara
give
you
a
rubber
mouse
and
you
wouldn
’
t
have
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
»
«
It
wasn
’
t
no
good
to
pet
,
"
said
Lennie
.
The
flame
of
the
sunset
lifted
from
the
mountaintops
and
dusk
came
into
the
valley
,
and
a
half
darkness
came
in
among
the
willows
and
the
sycamores
.
A
big
carp
rose
to
the
surface
of
the
pool
,
gulped
air
and
then
sank
mysteriously
into
the
dark
water
again
,
leaving
widening
rings
on
the
water
.
Overhead
the
leaves
whisked
again
and
little
puffs
of
willow
cotton
blew
down
and
landed
on
the
pool
’
s
surface
.
«
You
gonna
get
that
wood
?
»
George
demanded
.
«
There
’
s
plenty
right
up
against
the
back
of
that
sycamore
.
Floodwater
wood
.
Now
you
get
it
.
»
Lennie
went
behind
the
tree
and
brought
out
a
litter
of
dried
leaves
and
twigs
.
He
threw
them
in
a
heap
on
the
old
ash
pile
and
went
back
for
more
and
more
.
It
was
almost
night
now
.
A
dove
’
s
wings
whistled
over
the
water
.
George
walked
to
the
fire
pile
and
lighted
the
dry
leaves
.
The
flame
cracked
up
among
the
twigs
and
fell
to
work
.
George
undid
his
bindle
and
brought
out
three
cans
of
beans
.
He
stood
them
about
the
fire
,
close
in
against
the
blaze
,
but
not
quite
touching
the
flame
.
«
There
’
s
enough
beans
for
four
men
,
"
George
said
.
Lennie
watched
him
from
over
the
fire
.
He
said
patiently
,
«
I
like
‘
em
with
ketchup
.
»
«
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
got
any
,
"
George
exploded
.
«
Whatever
we
ain
’
t
got
,
that
’
s
what
you
want
.
God
a
’
mighty
,
if
I
was
alone
I
could
live
so
easy
.
I
could
go
get
a
job
an
’
work
,
an
’
no
trouble
.
No
mess
at
all
,
and
when
the
end
of
the
month
come
I
could
take
my
fifty
bucks
and
go
into
town
and
get
whatever
I
want
.
Why
,
I
could
stay
in
a
cat
house
all
night
.
I
could
eat
any
place
I
want
,
hotel
or
any
place
,
and
order
any
damn
thing
I
could
think
of
.
An
’
I
could
do
all
that
every
damn
month
.
Get
a
gallon
of
whisky
,
or
set
in
a
pool
room
and
play
cards
or
shoot
pool
.
»
Lennie
knelt
and
looked
over
the
fire
at
the
angry
George
.
And
Lennie
’
s
face
was
drawn
with
terror
.
«
An
’
whatta
I
got
,
"
George
went
on
furiously
.
«
I
got
you
!
You
can
’
t
keep
a
job
and
you
lose
me
ever
’
job
I
get
.
Jus
’
keep
me
shovin
’
all
over
the
country
all
the
time
.
An
’
that
ain
’
t
the
worst
.
You
get
in
trouble
.
You
do
bad
things
and
I
got
to
get
you
out
.
»
His
voice
rose
nearly
to
a
shout
.
«
You
crazy
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
.
You
keep
me
in
hot
water
all
the
time
.
»
