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On the outskirts of town,
there was a big old pecan tree
by the
cemetery fence.

One day two
kids filled up a bucketful of nuts and
sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing them.
One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said the boy.
Several were dropped and rolled down toward the gate.
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, 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 gate,
yet were still unable to see anything.
The old man and the boy
gripped the wrought iron bars of the gate 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 gate, and we'll be done."
They say, the old guy made it back to town before the boy!
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