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Date Posted: Wed, Jun 14 2000, 21:59:59
Author: steve
Subject: There was a tradesman,




There was a tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was
very interested in making a buck where he could, so he
often would thin down paint to make it go a wee bit
further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time,
but eventually the Presbyterian Church decided to do a
big restoration job on the roof of one their biggest
churches. Jock put in a bid, and because his price was
so competitive, he got the job.

And so he set to, with a right good will, erecting the
trestles and setting up the planks, and buying the
paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down
with the turpentine.

Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away,
the job nearly done, when suddenly there was a
horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened the rain
poured down, washing the thin paint from all over the
church and knocking Jock fair off the scaffold to land
on the lawn, among the gravestones, surrounded by
telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Jock 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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