"Oh no," Lennie said to himself as he stared at the lifeless body of Curly's wife in front of him, "Goerge is gonna be really really mad at me." He suddenly remembered something other than his beloved rabbits and ran as fast as the wind towards the way that they had come only days before.
Once Lennie arrived at the bush, all he could think about was George. About how George wasn't going to let him tend to the rabbits. About how George wasn't going to let him feed the rabbits alfalfa. Oh, how good the alfalfa made him feel. But mostly Lennie thought about how disappointed George was going to be for him messing up again. Lennie couldn't handle anymore yelling, he only wanted George's love.
Lennie sat in the grass by the river, the image of the lifeless body of Curly's wife still etched deeply into his mind. Yet, all he could remember were those damn rabbits, as George had once called them. George. He waited and waited and waited for George to come and rescue him like he had done multiple times before. George was his knight in shining armor, always coming to save him like he was a damsel in distress. Throughout what seemed like hours of Lennie waiting for George, Lennie had experienced his Aunt Clara yelling at him about him not caring about what George wanted. That was not true, and Lennie knew it. He knew George wanted him like he wanted George so that's exactly what Lennie gave him. He also witnessed a giant rabbit yelling at him as well. Yet this time, the oversized rabbit was screaming about the one thing Lennie despised. The rabbit told him that he wasn't fit to tend to the rabbits, and that's when Lennie lost it. He started calling for his beloved George.
