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The passage describes the changing mood and atmosphere in a barn on a Sunday afternoon. Initially, the barn is quiet and lazy as the horses rest. However, Lennie is distressed after accidentally killing a puppy. He talks to the puppy's body, worried that his friend George won't let him take care of rabbits if he finds out. Lennie becomes angry at the puppy and throws its body, saddened that he may lose the chance to tend rabbits. The atmosphere shifts from quiet to tense as Lennie works through his emotions over the puppy's death.

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Extract Question of Mice and Men

The passage describes the changing mood and atmosphere in a barn on a Sunday afternoon. Initially, the barn is quiet and lazy as the horses rest. However, Lennie is distressed after accidentally killing a puppy. He talks to the puppy's body, worried that his friend George won't let him take care of rabbits if he finds out. Lennie becomes angry at the puppy and throws its body, saddened that he may lose the chance to tend rabbits. The atmosphere shifts from quiet to tense as Lennie works through his emotions over the puppy's death.

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EXTRACT QUESTION:

How does Steinbeck present the changing mood and atmosphere in this
extract?

Time allowed: 20 minutes


10 marks

One end of the great barn was piled high with new hay and over the pile hung the
four-taloned Jackson fork suspended from its pulley. The hay came down like a
mountain slope to the other end of the barn, and there was a level place as yet unfilled
with the new crop. At the sides the feeding racks were visible, and between the slats
the heads of horses could be seen.

It was Sunday afternoon. The resting horses nibbled the remaining wisps of hay, and
they stamped their feet and they bit the wood of the mangers and rattled the halter
chains. The afternoon sun sliced in through the cracks of the barn walls and lay in
bright lines on the hay. There was the buzz of flies in the air, the lazy afternoon
humming.

From outside came the clang of horseshoes on the playing peg and the shouts of men,
playing, encouraging, jeering. But in the barn it was quiet and humming and lazy and
warm.

Only Lennie was in the barn, and Lennie sat in the hay beside a packing case under a
manger in the end of the barn that had not been filled with hay. Lennie sat in the hay
and looked at the little dead puppy that lay in front of him. Lennie looked at it for a
long time, and then he put out his huge hand and stroked it, stroked it clear from one
end to the other.

And Lennie said softly to the puppy, ‘Why do you got to get killed? You ain’t so
little as mice. I didn’t bounce you hard.’ He bent the pup’s head up and looked in its
face, and he said to it, ‘Now maybe George ain’t gonna let me tend no rabbits, if he
fin’s out you got killed.’

He scooped a little hollow and laid the puppy in it and covered it over with hay, out of
sight; but he continued to stare at the mound he had made. He said, ‘This ain’t no bad
thing like I got to go hide in the brush. Oh! no. This ain’t. I’ll tell George I foun’ it
dead.’

He unburied the puppy and inspected it, and he stroked it from ears to tail. He went
on sorrowfully, ‘But he’ll know. George always knows. He’ll say, “You done it.
Don’t try to put nothing over on me”. An’ he’ll say, “Now jus’ for that you don’t get
to tend no rabbits!”’

Suddenly his anger rose. ‘God damn you,’ he cried. ‘Why do you got to get killed?
You ain’t so little as mice.’ He picked up the pup and hurled it from him. He turned
his back on it. He sat bent over his knees and he whispered, ‘Now I won’t get to tend
the rabbits. Now he won’t let me.’ He rocked himself back and forth in his sorrow.

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