PECANS IN THE CEMETERY

On the outskirts of a small town, there was   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 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  tellin' 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.
Now 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 before the kid  on the bike.