Modern Art?

Over the roar of the chainsaw, you could hear the crack of the tree falling and then there was a very heavy silence. That silence was soon broken with Martin's exclamation, "I smell.. paint....."  It was true, the strong odor of oil based paint drifted on the breeze. The problem was why would cutting down a pine tree release the sent of paint?  It became all to obvious as Martin looked down at himself. Then we saw it too. He was splattered from head to toe with paint.

  When the pine went down the butt end of it actually crushed a paint can that we didn't know about.  The paint can was right next to the tree trunk and hidden under several layers of leaves and pine needles.  Since Martin was standing right next to the trunk when the tree finally went down, he also was right there when the trunk crushed the paint can and sent a spray of oil paint in every direction.   We've begun to use the expression, "as flat as a can of paint".