And one more for good measure
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 heard, "One for you, one for
me. One for you, one for me.
The old man whispered, "Boy, 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.
DDiva
