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Painting
There was a Scottish painter named Smokey Macgregor who was
very interested in making a penny where he could, so he
often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit
further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but
eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big
restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest
buildings.. Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was
so low, he got the job. So he set about erecting the
scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint
and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.. Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding,
painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there
was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the
rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the
church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on
the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale
puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the
Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..
"Repaint! Repaint!
And thin no more!"
very interested in making a penny where he could, so he
often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit
further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but
eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big
restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest
buildings.. Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was
so low, he got the job. So he set about erecting the
scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint
and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.. Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding,
painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there
was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the
rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the
church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on
the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale
puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the
Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..
"Repaint! Repaint!
And thin no more!"
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