“Lennie!” he said sharply. “Lennie, for God’ sakes don’t drink so much.”

The rabbits hurried noiselessly for cover.

On the sandy bank under the trees the leaves lie deep and so crisp that a lizard makes a great skittering if he runs among them.

“The boss was expectin’ you last night,” the old man said. “He was sore as hell when you wasn’t here to go out this morning.”

Says ‘positively kills lice, roaches and other scourges.’ What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways. We don’t want no pants rabbits.

“Listen, Small!” Lennie raised his head. “What can you do?”