It was a hot summer day, the sun was beaming and the flies were buzzing. Lennie was out alone in the field, working. After finishing bucking barley, he decided to go inside and wash up. As he approached the door to the bunkhouse, a sturdy plank of wood with a decorated wooden latch on it, he felt a wave of relief come over him after realizing he could just stay in the bunkhouse and rest. He walked in and,out of instinct, looked around the room, particularly at his bunk, where he imagined his little puppy laying down napping in the little apple box that lay above his bunk. He then decided to imagine how his puppy would lay down on his bunk and get lost in the burlap.

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