There was a tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was very
interested in making a buck where he could,
so he would thin down paint to make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually
the local diocese decided to do a big restoration job on painting
the outside of one of its biggest churches.
Jock put in a bid, and because his price was so low, he got the job.

And so he set to erecting the scaffolding, setting the planks,
buying the latex paint and, yes I'm sorry to say,
thinning it down with water.

Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed
when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder,
and the sky opened up.
The rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from
all over the church and knocking Jock off the scaffolding
to land on the lawn, amoung the gravestones,
surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Jock was no fool. He knew this was judgment from the Almighty,
so he got down on his knees and cried
"OH, GOD! forgive me!
What should I do? "

and from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke....

( wait now, you're going to love this)

" REPAINT!  REPAINT!   AND THIN NO MORE!!"
 
 

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