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, 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 telling 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."