>PECANS IN THE CEMETERY
>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 tellin' 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. 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 ahead of the
>kid on the bike.
