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I heard the bag pipes play as I walked through the foggy streets of Dublin. I was mornin[g] for my Katie who was on her way to Scottland. Katie was my best freind. I was worried for her be cause to get from Ireland to Scottland you had to pass Loc ness. You do know about nessy don't you. The Loc Ness Monster. Aye, a young lad told me that him and his friend had gone a swimin thare' an had seen em' with thare' own eyes an his friend never came back. But in a way I feel glad for Katie cause nessy in't the only mystical bein boarder'n Ireland and Scottland. For runin wild through the forests be the enchanted Unicorns. Just when your think'n your safe, the glitery emrald woods turns nauty on ya. The noises grow loud, yar heart thumps fast, you hear hoof beats an somethin sound'n like a sowrd fight. The Unicorns are come'n to get you out a thare kingdom.

Now we have our little conamara ponies born from the unicorns. But after the poines were born few uni's ware born an the one's that ware, are here. But now as I walk here in the fog I look over the shops an at the mountains I see white blobs with golden swords stick'n out glisten'n in the risin sun.