Stella

Wong
10/30/14
Ms. Hamilton
2

Summative Writing Project

The End for Lennie
The sun sat still on top of the Gabilan Mountains. The trees on the valley side
of the Salinas River rustled and swayed from side to side along with the gentle, late
afternoon breeze. The deep, green water of the river moved sluggishly southward,
like a giant snail. Multiple rabbits hopped out of the brush onto the crisp sycamore
leaves that were scattered on the sandy banks. At the bottom of the Gabilan
Mountains, there was a cave large enough to fit a bear inside. A gigantic shadow
lurked around from within. The shadow belonged to a colossal figure, Lennie. Out of
trepidation of his mistake, Lennie had clean forgotten Georges repeating words that
instructed him to hide by the brush.

Lennie! Lennie! Lennie! footsteps and voices of men grew louder.

The spewing words traveled to the cave, and echoed from within. Lennies

midnight-black hat sat still on top of his rotund head. Hee stealthily crawled with his
heavy limbs towards the caves opening, the way a bear would drag its paws.
George, Curley and the other workers had their backs turned towards him. They
stood in between the cave and the brush, about fifteen yards away from Lennie.

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I dont see him anywhere! Curleys swarthy face scowled, looking like an
oversized balloon, ready to explode. He held tightly onto his shotgun in his good
hand, so tightly his veins were visible.
I swear, I aint got an idea where that big fella is! George made his way to
the brush, and looked around with a bemused expression on his face, searching for
Lennie; his bony nose scrunched up. Wrinkles formed on his forehead as he
squeezed his dark eyebrows together.
You set this all up, you and your dang troublemaking friend! I knew
something was up. Curley threw his tan, stick-like arms up in indignation. His
finger slipped, and accidently pulled the trigger of his gun. The bullet targeted
Georges left leg.
In a second, George was on the ground, writhing in pain like a fish taken out
of water. He made an attempt to turn onto his side and in return, landed in the
recumbent position he was in before. Lennies jaw dropped in terror, and ran out
the cave. He pushed through the throng of men, lightly scraping against Carlson,
who seemed to have lost his balance for a moment as he almost tripped over
himself.
Lennies huge bear paws carried him quickly towards his destination. His
knees hit the ground next to the thin man.
George! Ive done another bad thing! I tried tried! Lennie thought back to
when he grabbed the womans dress up in Weed, just to touch the soft material.
George was so benevolent to hide with him in the gloomy irrigation ditch for so

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long. Later on, George repetitively reprimanded him about the troubles he makes,
the burden he has become.
Too weak from his wound to utter a single word of caution to Lennie, George
kept quiet like a mouse but his hand shot up and grabbed Lennies arm. Red blood
vessels became more susceptible as he expanded his eyes wide with alarm.
Somehow, Curley had made his way to Lennie with his shotgun behind Lennies
head. Following Georges gaze, Lennie turned around, and faced the hole of Curleys
gun. Lennie opened his mouth, ready to scream but the only sound heard was the
gunshot. Like a collapsing redwood tree, Lennie landed lifelessly on his back next to
George with a great thump.
As George lies on the ground, tears traveled down the side of his face in an
unsteady path. He mourned for the loss of his steadfast companion. Oh. GOD. What
just happened? Is this a dream? Oh, Lennie. Did you REALLY just leave me alone?
Curley ran around the brush, screaming, and pumping his fists in the air
complacently. The other men stood where they were until Slim walked quietly,
with light footsteps towards George. One by one, the workers followed Slim, giving
light squeezes and pats on Georges shoulder to provide him with solace, for it was
the only thing the men could think of at the time as a way to express their
condolences for the tragedy.
Hey, its okay, buddy. Dont worry, well get you all fixed up. Slim whispered
to George assuredly as he slipped George effortlessly onto his long, muscular back,
and headed back to the ranch.

Wong, Stella

Monday, November 3, 2014 at 5:12:17 PM Pacific Standard Time

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Wong, Stella

Monday, November 3, 2014 at 5:12:17 PM Pacific Standard Time

70:56:81:af:a9:cd