On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree next to 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. And while they were dividing the nuts, several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Meanwhile, another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he heard voices coming from the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate and 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 St. Peter dividing the souls at the cemetery!” He quickly jumped back on his bike and rode off. As he was rounding 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 St. Peter 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.” But the boy continued to insist until the man agreed and hobbled along with him 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, but was 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 when they heard…
“One for you, one for me. And one last one for you. That’s all that’s in here. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll be done.”