On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old
>pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence.
>
>One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat
>down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
>
>"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,"
>said one boy.
>
>Several 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. 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 heard!
>
>Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up
>the souls."
>
>The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for
>me to walk."
>
>When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to
>the cemetery.
>
>Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for
>me. One for you, one for me."
>
>The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been telling' me
>the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord."
>
>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 the Lord.
>
>At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all, so
>
>let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done.
>
>They say the old man made it back to town a full 5
>minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.