Why do you got to get killed? You ain't...

Why do you got to get killed? You ain't so little as mice. I didn't bounce you so hard. (bends pup's head up and looks in its face) Now may be George ain't gonna let me tend no rabbits if he finds out you got killed. (Scoops a little hollow and lays puppy in it out of sight and covers it over with hay. He stares at the mound he has made.) I'll tell George I found it dead. (unburies pup and inspects it. Twists its ears and works his fingers in its fur, sorrowfully) But he'll know. George always knows. He'll say: "You done it. Don't try to put nothin' over on me." And he'll say: "Now just for that you don't get to tend no ‐‐‐ you know whats." (his anger rises. Addresses pup) Damn you. Why do you got to get killed? You ain't so little as mice. (picks up pup and hurls it from him, turns his back on it. Sits bent over his knees, moaning to himself.) Now he won't let me...Now he won't let me. You wasn't big enough. They tole me and tole me you wasn't. I didn't know you'd get killed so easy. Maybe George won't care. This here pup wasn't nothin' to George.