An old man stumbled upon the scene at the river. The leaves were
silent, and the wind didn't blow. It was chilly, and the sun was
hidden by the trees. The only sound was the gurgling river and
it's looming fate. The man massaged the stump of his wrist,
right where there should've been a hand.  "Oh my." sighed Candy,
shaking his head in sympathy. "I never thought it would e'er
happen, soon's I saw 'em. They was so 'appy, them twos. Now look
at 'em. One dead, an' the o'er un off somewheres." George had
long since fled the scene by the time Candy had found Lennie. He
sighed again and hefted Lennie's body onto his frail, old
shoulders but stumbled, and fell to the ground. Candy sat there
dumbly, Lennie's body half submerged in the river. He finished
rolling Lennie into the river, so that he floated on his back.
He pushed him on his way down the river, noticing at the last
moment the small white tail sticking out of Lennie's limp hand.
A mouse. The old man stood up, brushed himself off, and slowly
walked out of th