Cycling down the road by the cemetery was this young fella on his newly-acquired bike. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery, and slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he did hear a voice "One for you, one for me...One for you,...." but could not trace where it was coming from. Then suddenly, he realized what it was. "Oh my Gosh!" he shuddered, "It's Satan and St. Peter dividing the souls at the cemetery!". "Quick, I must find someone else to listen to this, otherwise no one else would believe me". So he cycled down the road a bit, and to his relief there was an old man with a walking stick, hobbling his way towards the town. "Sir, sir, come quickly please" he said, "You won't believe what I heard. Satan and St. Peter are down at the cemetery dividing the souls. I heard them myself - come with me, I'll show you".

"Shoo of ya young brat you! You know no end of your silly practical jokes, you do" the man said. "Having the nerve to ask me to walk back all the way to the cemetery - Can't ya see I'm finding it difficult to walk as it is? Now shoo off before I whack ya one with my walking stick! Young folk my day treated elders with respect!".

However, after several belated pleas, the young fellow finally talked the old man into hobbling his way back to the cemetery, and sure enough, they heard the mysterious voice from somewhere inside, "One for you, one for me...One for you, one..."

"Egad, laddie you've been speakin' the truth all this time." whispered the old man. "Let's see if we can catch a glimpse of the Devil himself." and shivering with fear, edged toward the cemetery fence along with the young lad. Peeking in from just outside the fence, they still couldn't see anything, but sure enough, they heard, "One for you, one for me...One for you, one for me...and one last one for you. There, that's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."