Walnuts in the Cemetery
On the outskirts of Toads farm, there is a very old Cemetery. Most everyone around here knows somebody who has a story about that old creepy place. The county only mows it once a year, so for the most part it stays overgrown. Three years ago, there was a homeless man found to be living there and apparently, he had been for a few years, so it was decided to put up a fence up to keep out the riff raff and urban outdoorsman.
Right in the middle of that cemetery on the hill there is a big old Walnut tree. One day, two of the Sharp boys decided to get those Walnuts, so they 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 Bill. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. Sven Petersons 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 Harold, the Do-It Yourself Abattoir, he had his cane and was 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.'
Harold said, 'Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk.' When the boy insisted though, Harold hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard ‘One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.' Harold 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. Harold 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 that Harold made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.
Gus