There was this church where the thing was to get everything correct. The bow-ometer was in constant use; deep shame and more was heaped on any who didn't comply. An enemy came and sowed seed in that ground, good strong seed (an F1 hybrid). The leaders wanted to pull the new plants up, the plants were strong and full of real joy. The leaders were worried in case the old plants were swamped by these new plants. The new plants were producing fruit and they cared for all the fruit. The leaders tried many ways to produce fruit on the old plants but unbeknown to them their DNA had been corrupted many years ago. The new plants' DNA had been healed and now they produced beautiful fruit. The old plants only produced tiny shrivelled thorny bitter fruit. The new plants could see the owner coming to harvest his field but the leader and the old plants would not listen. The new plants were full of joy knowing that the reaper would be pleased with the results of their efforts. The old plants said they’d be OK; the owner of the field gave us warmth and light, food and water, it doesn't matter how we grew. The old plants and their leaders were pleased that they had a bow-ometer.