>More from cousins John MacKERRALL. David
>On the outskirts of a small town, just inside the cemetery fence >there was a big, old pecan tree. 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 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. 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 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 telling 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.' To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
