There was a Scottish painter named Smokey MacGrego

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
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 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..


(you're going to love this)






"Repaint! Repaint!

And thin no more!"