Tornado Alley (PROG)

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Wilbur the painter, who had learnt his trade at Goldings in the Painting and decorating dept, had also learnt quite a few tricks of the trade and as he very interested in making a penny where he could. To this end he often thinned down his paint to make it go further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually a local Church decided to do a big restoration job to the outside, Wilbur put in a bid, and, because his price was keen, he got the job.

So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, quite a lot of turpentine. Wilbur was up on the scaffolding, painting away with the 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.

Wilbur felt it 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...



"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"