so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time. Eventually
the local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.
Smokey put in a bid and because
his price was so low, he got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, buying the
paint, and yes.........I'm sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.
Well Smokey was up on the scaffolding painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly, there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened and rain poured down washing the thinned
paint from all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffolding to land on the lawn among the gravestones surrounded
by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He got down on his knees and cried.. "Oh
God, Oh God, forgive me please. What should I do?" From the thunder, a mighty voice spoke........
"REPAINT! REPAINT! AND
THIN NO MORE!"