Two boys stole a bag of oranges from a neighbor and decided to share it. They could not find a better place to share the booty than at a nearby cemetery. As they were jumping over the cemetery gate, two oranges fell from the bag but, out of hurry, they could not pick them.
They sat down, out of sight, and begun sharing the oranges. “One for you, one for me; One for you, one for me,” said one of the boys.
Shortly, a drunken man who was passing by the cemetery thought he heard voices from the cemetery so he slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard: “One for you, one for me; One for you, one for me.”
He thought he knew what it was. He staggered on to the Local Priest saying, “Come here quick, you won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery, sharing the souls.”
The shocked priest ran with him back to the cemetery. Standing by the cemetery gate, they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me…”
The priest whispered, “Man, you are telling the truth. Let’s see if we can see them.” Shaking with fear, they peered through the gate, yet they were still unable to see anything.
They gripped the wrought iron bars of the gate tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of them. At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all.”
After a moment of silence, they heard the voice, “let’s go for the two at the gate.”
The two men ran faster than Usain Bolt, and reports indicate that they are still on admission at the hospital after thousands of somersaults.