Scottish Painter

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Scottish Painter

There was a Scottish painter named Smokey MacGregor, whose mission in life was - a penny saved, is a penny earned. So, he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he always got away with it, but not this time:

The Local 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 scaffolding to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Well, 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!”