“You crazy fool. Don’t you think I could see your feet was wet where you went acrost the river to get it?”
He heard Lennie’s whimpering cry and wheeled about. “Blubberin’ like a baby! Jesus Christ! A big guy like you.”
Lennie’s lip quivered and tears started in his eyes. “Aw, Lennie!” George put his hand on Lennie’s shoulder.
“I ain’t takin’ it away jus’ for meanness. That mouse ain’t fresh, Lennie; and besides, you’ve broke it pettin’ it.
You get another mouse that’s fresh and I’ll let you keep it a little while.”
Lennie sat down on the ground and hung his head dejectedly, “I don’t know where there is no other mouse.
I remember a lady used to give ’em to me—ever’ one she got. But that lady ain’t here.”
George scoffed. “Lady, huh? Don’t even remember who that lady was. That was your own Aunt Clara.
An’ she stopped givin’ ’em to ya. You always killed ’em.” 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 wish’t we’d get the rabbits pretty soon, George. They ain’t so little.”
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