There was a painter named Bob 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
Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one
of their biggest buildings.

Bob 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 water.

Well, Bob 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 him clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn
among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and
useless paint.

He was no fool. He knew this was a 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..

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"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

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