Of Mice and Men Candys Diary
“Of Mice and Men”: Creative Writing Assignment:
Option A, Candy after the shooting of his dog.
Dear Diary,
Today was possibly one of the worst days in a long, long time. It was dreadful. It started off as a nice but breezy day, which we all like here because it gets the sun of your back. Especially when the poor men are out in the fields collecting the harvests.
As the day got longer I started to feel a gut ache coming on from eating those ghastly turnips, all I could think of to get rid of it was a slug of whisky. I knew it was unlikely someone would have a drop but it was still worth a try. I heard the galloping noise of men coming back on the horses. Once they had 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 whiskey but, sadly he didn’t.
Carlson walked in and turned on the shaded light. He looked down at my dog with disgust and shrieked “ God awmighty, that dog stinks. Get him outta here, Candy! I don’t know nothing that stinks as bad as an old dog. You gotta get him out.” This hurt my feelings a lot I don’t think they understood how much that dog meant 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 until tomorrow but Carlson wasn’t having it. I guess I was going to have to let him do it.
I know I was going to regret but I murmured “Awright-take ‘im.”. I knew otherwise they would be on my back the whole time and they promised he wouldn’t suffer, I just wanted to do what I thought was best for him. Carlson sure did take that dog as if he was nothing. I didn’t even feel like eating, drinking, talking I just sat there feeling guilty for what I had just let Carlson do. I had him since he was a pup you know; he was herding sheep all over the place.
BANG! The deafening roar of the noise went right through me. He was gone.
I slowly rolled over and faced the wall in disappointment of why I
Option A, Candy after the shooting of his dog.
Dear Diary,
Today was possibly one of the worst days in a long, long time. It was dreadful. It started off as a nice but breezy day, which we all like here because it gets the sun of your back. Especially when the poor men are out in the fields collecting the harvests.
As the day got longer I started to feel a gut ache coming on from eating those ghastly turnips, all I could think of to get rid of it was a slug of whisky. I knew it was unlikely someone would have a drop but it was still worth a try. I heard the galloping noise of men coming back on the horses. Once they had 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 whiskey but, sadly he didn’t.
Carlson walked in and turned on the shaded light. He looked down at my dog with disgust and shrieked “ God awmighty, that dog stinks. Get him outta here, Candy! I don’t know nothing that stinks as bad as an old dog. You gotta get him out.” This hurt my feelings a lot I don’t think they understood how much that dog meant 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 until tomorrow but Carlson wasn’t having it. I guess I was going to have to let him do it.
I know I was going to regret but I murmured “Awright-take ‘im.”. I knew otherwise they would be on my back the whole time and they promised he wouldn’t suffer, I just wanted to do what I thought was best for him. Carlson sure did take that dog as if he was nothing. I didn’t even feel like eating, drinking, talking I just sat there feeling guilty for what I had just let Carlson do. I had him since he was a pup you know; he was herding sheep all over the place.
BANG! The deafening roar of the noise went right through me. He was gone.
I slowly rolled over and faced the wall in disappointment of why I