posted on Apr, 10 2006 @ 12:38 PM
Dividing Pecans
On the outskirts of town, there was a
big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence.
One day two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down
by the tree, out of sight in the cemetary, and began dividing the
nuts. "One for you, 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 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 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
five minutes before the boy.