Of Mice and Male Sweets Diary
“Of Mice and Guy”: Creative Writing Assignment: Choice A, Candy after the shooting of his dog. Dear Journal, Today was possibly one of the worst days in a long, long period of time. It was dreadful. It started off as a good however breezy day, which we all like here due to the fact that it gets the sun of your back. Particularly when the paupers are out in the fields collecting the harvests. As the day got longer I started to feel a gut pains coming on from consuming those ghastly turnips, all I could think about to get rid of it was a slug of whisky.
I knew it was not likely someone would have a drop however it was still worth a shot. I heard the galloping noise of guys coming back on the horses. Once they had actually been back for a while and showered or whatever they do these days, I went into the bunk house and asked Slim if he had any bourbon however, regretfully he didn’t. Carlson walked in and turned on the shaded light. He looked down at my pet dog with disgust and shrieked “God awmighty, that pet stinks. Get him outta here, Candy! I do not know nothing that stinks as bad as an old pet.
You got ta get him out.” This hurt my feelings a lot I don’t believe they comprehended just how much that pet dog suggested to me. They were trying to make me feel bad by saying that I was making him suffer. They wanted to SHOOT him. I tried putting it off up until tomorrow but Carlson wasn’t having it. I think I was going to have to let him do it. I understand I was going to be sorry for but I murmured “Awright-take ‘im. “. I knew otherwise they would be on my back the whole time and they assured he wouldn’t suffer, I simply wanted to do what I believed was best for him.
Carlson sure did take that dog as if he was nothing. I didn’t even feel like consuming, drinking, talking I simply sat there feeling guilty for what I had just let Carlson do. I had him because he was a pup you understand; he was herding sheep all over the location. BANG! The deafening roar of the sound went right through me. He was gone. I slowly rolled over and dealt with the wall in frustration of why I wasn’t man enough to shoot him myself. I didn’t even get to say a proper farewell. He appeared like my only true friend and the just one I could rely on.
I could trust him with anything I constantly used to tell him my secrets. This was all I could consider, simply him and nothing else. Why can’t life just be a continuous adventure? Why do bad things need to occur? They just thought he was worthless and a waste of area. How would they like it if they were old and could not do much so someone said lets shoot them just because there old? I have actually let my best friend down and now there is nothing I can do about it, im going to have to cope with this decision for the rest of my staying life.
The next day I overheard Lennie and George talking in the bunk house, about buying a house with a few acres. It had a windmill, a chicken run, a cooking area, an orchard, a pig pen and so a lot more. Lennie appeared to be getting actually thrilled about George constructing him some hutches for his rabbits to go. Then he went on to say about how when the salmon swim upstream they can capture them and have smoked salmon, every Sunday eliminate a chicken or a rabbit to have for Sunday supper. Lennie was enjoying George as he spoke about what seemed to be a fantasy.
I asked George if he knows of a place like this, he didn’t seem too eager to inform me but I wasn’t too troubled. “I was just wondering how much a location like that costs.” 600 dollars he stated for a place like that, now that’s what you call a bargain. “Well I’ve got 350 dollars I could offer you that if you let me come with you I’m no excellent here I’ve only got one hand, what do you state?” He had a little think but he then agreed I could come with them. We worked out that we would be outta this place within a month.