There was a painter named Michael 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 their building.
Michael tendered his bid and he got the job because his price was so low. So he set about erecting the scaffolding, setting up the planks, buying the paint, and yes, thinning it down.
Well, Michael 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 off the church and knocking Michael clear off the scaffold to land on the ground, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Michael 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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