pecan harvest between them. Little did they know, an elderly man, Mr. Thompson, who had a routine of visiting the cemetery daily, observed their clandestine operation from a distance. As the boys cheerfully divided the nuts, the old man’s eyes twinkled with nostalgia, and a subtle smile crept onto his weathered face.
Intrigued by their youthful enthusiasm, Mr. Thompson decided to approach the boys. They looked up, startled, as he shuffled toward them with a gentle smile.
“What are you two up to?” he inquired, his voice carrying the warmth of years filled with stories.
The boys, hesitant at first, explained their pecan harvest and how they planned to share it among themselves. Mr. Thompson chuckled, revealing that he used to do the same thing when he was their age. The trio sat beneath the sprawling pecan tree, exchanging tales of bygone days and forging an unexpected bond.