Made Up Ending To Of Mice And Men Essay

The sun had already set and the crickets had began to chirp. The sycamore trees swayed in the wind and their leaves dropped into the Salinas River. A snake curled up near the water and and owl was perched on a nearby branch. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful. Everything except my heart, my mind and Lennie.
Di’n’t I promise Aunt Clara I would watch out for him. Di’n’t I promise myself I would be mighty nice to him after I almost drowned him. Well I di’n’t keep neither of those promises ‘cause if I had I wouldn’ be in this situation. It don’ make no difference now though. I was already in this goddam situation. I knew Lennie di’n’t mean no harm to anyone. He was a good boy but he was a damned ole fool. Lennie was lookin at the river while sayin “George. I’ll go off in the hills an‘ find a cave if you don‘ want me” (Steinbeck 104). I wanted to tell ‘im to go and to go fast but the big fool wouldn’ have had a chance in hell. He woulda starved to death an’ starvin was a long painful death. I jus‘ di’n’t want that for Lennie ‘cause he was a good boy, he never meant no harm to anyone. The rest of ‘em were getting closer now. I could hear ‘em coming up the path through the willows. I   knew Curly wanted revenge an’ he had told the rest of em’ to “shoot for his guts (Steinbeck 97). He wanted Lennie to die a long, painful death. Maybe I coulda talk Curly outa it but Slim was right. If they locked ‘im up they would jus’ torture the poor bastard an’ I aint gonna let that happen. I sat there next to my ole pal and raised the gun to his neck. One shot to the neck an‘ he wouldn‘ feel a thing. It would be short and painless for ‘im an’ I coundn’ see no way to save im. But could I live with it? Could I kill my best pal an’ act like nothing happened around the rest of ‘em. The footsteps were gettin’ closer now an’ I could here ‘em yellin’. We had ran outa time. I shut my eyes and told im   “I aint mad ‘an I never been mad” (Steinbeck 97) at ‘im. Then I pulled the trigga and...