A huge beech tree stood next to a cemetery fence on the outskirts of town. One day, two boys filled up a bucket with nuts that had fallen from the branches and sat down next to the tree, out of view from the path that ran alongside the graveyard, to divide up the nuts. "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one of the boys, sharing out the nuts equally. The bucket was so full that several nuts rolled out towards the fence. Cycling along the path adjacent to the cemetery was a third boy. As he passed, he heard voices from within and stopped to investigate. Pressing his ear to the fence, he heard: "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." He was immediately stricken with horror. "Oh no!" he shuddered. "It's Satan and St Peter dividing the souls at the cemetery!" He cycled down the path as fast as he could until he met an old man hobbling along with a cane. "Come quick!" gasped the boy. "You won't believe what I just heard: Satan and St Peter are up at the cemetery dividing the souls." "What nonsense!" said the old man. "Don't waste my time with such silly stories. Can't you see I'm struggling to walk as it is?" But the boy persisted and eventually the old man relented and hobbled up 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." Quaking with fear, they peered through the fence in the hope of catching a glimpse of Satan. Tighter and tighter they gripped the wrought iron bars, but still they were unable to see anything. Finally they heard: "One for you, one for me. And one last one for you. That's all. Now let's go and get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done." It is said that the old man made it back to town five minutes before the boy.