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The Mean Painter
December 2007
There was a mean old painter named Brian, he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
He got away with this for some time, but one day his local Church decided to do a big restoration job.
Brian got the job of redecorating the church so he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, thinning it down with turpentine.
Well, Brian was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was an horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church. A huge flash of lightening startled Brian and he fell from the scaffold and he crashed down into the soft earth below.
Brian was no fool and lying there in between puddles of the thinned down paint he knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got onto his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
"Repaint My Son! Repaint! And Thin No More!" It said.