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How I saw it

George: "Oh jesus christ!" I jus' saw her body lying there pale and rigid. Jus' the thought that Lennie could've done this scared me."Who done it" Candy asked. I approached the dead body, when I saw her neck busted and the fact that Lennie could have done this. I told Candy to go call the other guys and I would come in so Curley wouldn't think I done it. "He's such a nice fella. I didn't think he'd do nothing like this" Candy said. Candy went out and called everyone over here. Curley came running and saw her pale lifeless face. He screamed "I know who done it, That big ** done it". He yelled for all his men to go search for this murder. "I'll kill this big ** myself" Curley screamed out. Right at that moment i knew what I had to do. I knew where Lennie was hiding right where I told him in the brush. Lennie and I can't keep running away it's no good for the both us. I went running as fast as i can trying not to waste a minute. I had there before they get there. They can't hurt lennie. I reached the brush and I saw lennie. "I remembered what you told me" said Lennie. "Go on, George, ain't you gonna give me hell?" said lennie. "no' I told him. He wanted me to tell him about our dream but each word that came out just killed me. I knew it was never going to happen and it killed me inside just thinking about it. "Go on, How's gonna be? We gonna get our little place" said Lennie. I just went along "Of course we gonna have chickens and you can tend the rabbits". I kept telling him our fairytale as I lift up the gun. My hand trembled but i knew this was the right thing so lennie could be happy. He couldn't live like this running away in fear. Sooner or later they would kill him. I pulled the trigger I saw him collaspe. Our dream had died with him never coming back. I had to kill him because i remembered Candy regreted that Carlson killed his dog. He wished he did it himself. I died inside but I knew I did the right thing.

How I saw it

Lennie: Ohh what have I done? Now George is gonna give me hell. I’m gonna die! He ain't’ gonna let me tend them rabbits. I started running for my life, at that moment I only thought about our place. I was scared I didn't know how to tell George about I had done. I kept looking and looking but I didn't seem to find it. I started seeing this gigantic rabbit, the weirdest thing was that it was talking.. It kept telling me stuff like I only ruin George’s life and that I don’t deserve him. “He’s gonna beat hell outta you with a stick, that’s what he’s gonna do.” I told him back that George won’t do such thing because we always stick together no matter what. “Well he’s sick of you,” the rabbit kept telling me. I screamed “GEORGE!” Then out of nowhere he said, “What the hell you yellin’ about?” And the rabbit disappeared too. I knew that George would come and save me, because he ain't that kind of a person who abandons his friend just like that. I told him, “I've done another bad thing.” He said, “It don’t make any difference,” and then he looked down and fell silent. I had asked him if he wasn't gonna give me hell, but then he said, “Jesus Christ, Lennie! You can’t remember nothing that happens, but you remember ever’ word I say?” As we were talking George told me to look towards the brush and to keep talking to him about our dream farm. I was smiling by just thinking about it. But then, my smile was slowly fading away..
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George and Lennie's Dream Farm

It's a little farm house with vegetable gardens and beautiful flowers. Also big nice 2 acres, chickens, rabbits, and other farm animals. The rabbits have their own alfalfa patch. It's sunny and a great place to live.

Price: $200.00

Lennie {Obituary}

Name: Lennie Small

City/State: Salinas, California

Burial: Burial Memorial

Time: The great of depression

Date: 3/14/1929

Family Members: George Milton

Activites: Petting Animals

Employment: Tyler Ranch

How he died: Murdered

Personality: Nice and Caring

Curley's Wife {Obituary}

Name: Sherilyn Fenn

City/State: Salinas, California

Burial: Burial Memorial

Time: The great of depression

Date: 3/14/1929

Family Members: Curley Fenn

Activities: Art, and Music

Employment: Tyler Ranch

How she died: Murdered

Personality: Passionate

Dear Boss,

We’re tired of the way you treat us, because you don’t give us good service at all. We have to sleep on hay mattresses and share one room with all the other workers. We want you to treat us with more respect because we’re doing our job.

It’s not fair to let your son go and cause trouble while were the ones get into trouble. Even though he’s your son he’s an employee we all deserve respect. Everyone has the same value, even if we’re poor we still value for something. If your son goes and gets us in trouble he puts our jobs in stake. We can easily get fired if we mess with your son and it’s not fair especially during this time. Since its really hard to find jobs around here, life isn’t easy we know but we at least want the same opportunity as your son.

Candy, for example he’s old and he won’t get any younger. He’s not strong enough for those tasks that we do. He should be treated with more respect because he doesn’t have the advantages we have. Also Crooks shouldn’t be judged because of his race. He is a worker that works as hard as us and he doesn’t deserve that poor judgement you give him. He might work for you but you can’t treat him badly were all people.

We barely have time for ourselves, little breaks, while we're working all day. We deserve more time for ourselves. Some workers want to visit family members or go out and spend their money they just earned. We can just be working all day what happens if someone gets injured or sick. You can’t just fire them because they can’t work anymore.

We need more time for ourselves, to take care of our needs. We deserve more personal space not every worker in one room. That’s very uncomfortable, we need more space and better beds. We want a good nights of sleep if were going to wake really early and work all day. Also the elderly deserve better quality. They aren’t as strong or fit as we are.They can easily get hurt or sick. These are some ideas for better working conditions.