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Post by Toot on 18/02/12, 05:47 am

Pecans in the Cemetary

On the outskirts of Houma, Louisiana, 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

of those big pecans being counted dropped and rolled 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 had the lead for a good quarter-mile before the kid

on the bike passed him.

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