At The Cemetery

On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the
cemetery fence. One day two boys filled up a bucket with pecans and
sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.

“One for you, and one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy.
Several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed,
he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to
investigate.

Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”

He just knew what it was. “Oh my,” he shuddered, “It’s Satan and the
Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.”

He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met
an old man with a cane, hobbling along.

“Come here quick,” said the boy, “You won’t believe what I just heard.
Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up souls.”

The man said. “Beat it, kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk?”

When the boy insisted, the man hobbled to the cemetery. Standing by
the fence they hear, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for
me”

The old man whispered, “You you’ve been tellin’ the truth! Let’s
see the devil himself.”

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still
unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought
iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a
glimpse of Satan.

At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. And one last one for
you. That’s all. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll
be done.”

They say the old guy made it back to town 5 minutes before the boy.