Based on the storyline of 'Of Mice and Men', write an alternative ending to the story
CREATIVE PIECE:
Based on the storyline of 'Of Mice and Men', write an alternative ending to the story
HISHAM HASAN, Y9-2
'OF MICE AND MEN' COURSEWORK
25th February 2002
CREATIVE PIECE:
Based on the storyline of 'Of Mice and Men', write an alternative ending to the story
A mid-size rabbit came out of the brush, and it made a small gesture with its paws and it shook its ears and crinkled its nose. Candy quietly appeared as the rabbit settled beside Lennie. He numbly sat down on the ground, just where Lennie lay. Nobody noticed, not even George.
The mice were squeaking and a water snake popped out of the green pool and surveyed the three men in the brush. The mountaintops seemed rosy and full. George exclaimed, 'These mountaintops seem so close like I can almost ouch 'em!" The Sunday afternoon sun reflected on the sycamore leaves a bright, penetrative ray. The air scented lighted and waved gently. A shepherd dog came into view and gently stroked its newborn pup. It was just a glimpse of the dream that revealed itself to the three men.
Lennie was startled at the cry which came from behind him. A rabbit sprung up onto Lennie's giant hands, he clambered, as if struck by something. Lennie was bewildered and motionless.
In a moment, Lennie said joyfully, 'George, did you give me that...rabbit? For me to tend? George, I knew it that you'd give me a rabbit to tend. Aren't you mad at me...George?'
George didn't answer. He took off his Stetson and laid it on the brush. Then he took some 50 bucks out of his pockets and mumbled to himself, 'At the end of ...
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Lennie was startled at the cry which came from behind him. A rabbit sprung up onto Lennie's giant hands, he clambered, as if struck by something. Lennie was bewildered and motionless.
In a moment, Lennie said joyfully, 'George, did you give me that...rabbit? For me to tend? George, I knew it that you'd give me a rabbit to tend. Aren't you mad at me...George?'
George didn't answer. He took off his Stetson and laid it on the brush. Then he took some 50 bucks out of his pockets and mumbled to himself, 'At the end of the month, I'll blow up the 50 bucks...what made me think of the place when it was impossible,' he kept on lamenting. Lennie was too busy to hear him.
Then George said to Lennie, "Guys like us have no fambly. They make a little stake an' they blow it in. They ain't got nobody in the world that gives a hoot in hell about 'em-----------'
Lennie spoke up 'George, but not us, you bet!' Lennie begged, 'George, le's do it now. Le's get that place now.' Then there was a serious change in Lennie's tone as if he was trying for a long time but never succeeded. Then suddenly 'George, I tried so hard and so hard to be good, but I made a mistake, I guess it was a big one. But George, ain't I a stupid old bastard who doesn't know nothing but foolin' around and always always mussing everything for us all? So stupid I don't even know howta take care of a bitch? George, I never deserved it, the place and the rabbits, don't give 'em to me, I don't need them you and Candy can have 'em forever, like the ketchup...' He was breathing heavily and there was a big gulp in his neck, he was sobbing like a whale and flopping like a fish. His voice was half as thick and his palms, which now held the rabbit's fur and was slowly falling from the sides, looked half as thin. They were blue and cold. At last, Lennie's hands slowly fell from the rabbit's sides and noiselessly throbbed the ground. His giant head resembled his palms and were blue until it rest forever.
Candy spoke for the first time, 'everybody got somethin', a dream, a friend or whatever. Lennie, you'd got somebody who gave a hoot about you. Lennie listen, the rabbit sensed you needed him, that's why he came to you. People sometimes are so close to these animals, 'tis hard to imagine. Tend 'im as hard as you can, Lennie, tend your only dream till you're satisfied.' Then he slowly retired and sobbed, 'Poor bastard'. He went close to Lennie and then whispered: 'You got your dream Lennie, don't never be sad.' Then he started sobbing, 'You never deserved it.'
The mice were shooting at top speed and the water snake in the green pool surveyed the three people in the brush. The mountaintops seemed to have contracted from what were a few minutes back. The Sunday afternoon baked the sycamores and the air scented heavy and waved restlessly. A wild cat clambered onto a dead mouse on the river, stared at it and then stroked it for a while and then turned its head, left the mouse and was out of sight. Everything seemed to be out order.
'George, listen George," Candy once again called, 'I want to tell you something that once happened to me.'
