Wilbur the Painter
There was a tradesman, a painter called Wilbur, who was very interested in
>making a penny where he could, so he often would thin 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
>Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of one
>of their biggest buildings. Wilbur put in a bid, and because his price was
>so low, he got the job.
>
>And so he set to erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and
>buying the paint and, yes, sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.
>Well, Wilbur 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 Wilbur
>clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones,
>surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
>Wilbur was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got
>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!"
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