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There was a painter named Fred who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a little bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Local Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.

Fred put in a bid and because his price was so low he got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding, setting up the planks, buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.

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

Fred 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.

(you're going to love this)

"Repaint! Repaint!
And thin no more!"

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