A painter gave a price to paint a church. When he got half way through, he realised that he had underestimated the size the job and he wasn't going to make any money, so he started thinning his paint. He finished at the end of the day, but that night he tossed and turned, worrying about it. The next morning he got up and went to the church, and sure enough his worse nightmares were realised. It had rained all night and washed the thinned paint off half of the church. As he stood there depressed with his head hung low, the clouds parted, the sun came out and a voice boomed from heaven . . . . "Repaint, repaint and thin no more"
