A sixteen year old boy worked on his grandfather's horse farm. One morning he drove a pickup truck into town on an errand. While he was walking along main street, he saw Death. Death beckoned him.
The boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather what had happened. "Lend me the truck," he begged. "I'll go to the city. He won't find me there." His grandfather lent him the truck, and the boy sped away. After he left, his grandfather went into town looking for Death.
When he found him, he asked, "Why did you frighten my grandson that way? He is only sixteen. He is too young to die." "I am sorry about that," said Death.
"I did not mean to beckon to him. But I was surprised to see him here. I have an appointment with him this afternoon in the city."
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