There once was a Scots house-painter named Jock who was very interested in saving a penny where he could, so he sometimes thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.

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

Jock put in a quote, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.

So he set about erecting the scaffolding, buying the paint and, yes, I’m sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.

Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly a huge black cloud rolled in, there was a tremendous clap of thunder, then the sky opened up and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church.

Jock was so startled by the thunderclap that he fell from the scaffolding and landed among some bushes. He lay there not moving for some minutes watching the rain wash away the thinned and useless paint.

Jock was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he crawled onto his knees and cried: “Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?”

And from the depths of the great black cloud, a stern voice boomed out … (you’re going to love this!)

“Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!”

A Cautionary Tale

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