He set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks and buying the paint and, yes I am sorry to say, thinning it down with water.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty. He got down on his knees and cried out, "Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me. What should I do?"
And from the thunder, a Mighty Voice spoke ...
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"