St. Patrick's Day

Well, just in time for St. Patrick's Day, I found this old story I wrote about St. Patrick in 5th grade. Without further ado, here it is.

*Note: Grammar is not perfect.

Once there was a woman named Leah. She lived in Ireland. You think I am going to talk about an old widow who lives in a cottage, but no. That is not what this story is about.

A long time ago, there lived a woman. She was about 18 or 19 years old, and her name was Leah. She was an Irish woman. During her time, there was an levianthian that lived in a lake in New Ireland (Scotland). This giant snake was feared by all in Ireland, except for some people who wear funny little skirts with squares on them. These people called the lake Loch Ness. Every once in a while, groups of men, and only men, would try and fight the behemoth. None would ever return. Day after day she would watch the warriors go by, her silky black hair flowing in the breeze. Her hair seemed to be from the Loch Ness itself. Then one day, she decided to fight the monster. But how could she, for she was a girl, and girls were not allowed. Then she had an idea. She would use her father's name, Patrick. She would just hide her hair in the funny little square hat a friend had gave her. She got some provisions, and left. She left a clover on the table to show where she was going.
After a while she sat on a rock to eat some lunch. But the rock was real slippery. She looked at the rock and saw these curious little four leaf clovers. But what were they? Wait! She remembered reading about them. They are called shamrocks. They grow around rocks that have golden shamrocks in them. Then there was a sudden flash and in her hand a golden shamrock appeared. Then heared a rattle and a snake striked at her. She threw the shamrock at the snake and it turned the snake into stone with a gold shamrock inside it. With her new-found weapon she marched off to the base.
You'd think she would be shy with all of the guys there, but she wasn't. She had her father's courage. She marched up to the commander and said that she was going to slay the creature with her weapon. With this she held up the shamrock. At first he neglected her but when he saw the plant, he was shocked. He called her a saint and asked her her name. She said it was Patrick. "Saint Patrick, you are now allowed to lead our next army," the commander said. With her shamrock at hand, she went down to Loch ness. Along the way the funny scottish me got in the way. eventually, she told them to get lost.
They finally made it to the lake. Right at the right time, for the snake was just coming out of the water. She took action immediately, telling the troops to distract it. They ran around like some crazy scottish men. While they did that she snuck up to it and looked for the place where its heart was. Then she placed the shamrock on it and pressed down. The snake made strange noises but wasn't turning to stone. Then it hit her. A force shot through her and she fell. Then the snake picked her up, and her hat fell off. Her hair fell down and touched the water. This caused the ground to shake. Then water shot up. When it came down, the snake was stone. Then the stone burst, causing golden shamrocks to fly all over the world.
This explosion killed the Irish girl named Leah. She disappeared and the golden shamrock spread good luck everywhere. But no one knew St. Patrick's true name. He, or should I say she, is honored for slaying the snake of Loch Ness on March 17th.

Note: Every st. Patrick's Day it is said that golden shamrocks appear all over the world. This is also why shamrocks are said to be lucky.

Well, I just wanted to fill yall in on my perspective of this holiday. Its important to note, I disliked scottish people at that time, for whatever reason, and so portrayed them as bad people, and also I believe the Loch Ness monster does still exist, but at the time, I obviously different.
This story leaves much to be known, like why is there no evidence of the Snake rock formation, why her hair had such an effect, why you have never seen a golden shamrock, and why the Scots were so crazy. This story has sorta inspired me to go back and possibly fill in this missing information, and some other good points as well, and maybe it will become a great book. But until then, see ya.