Was digging around in my old school stuff...
... at 1am. Hey, don't looking for reason in the actions of a chronic insomniac
Found a story I'd written aged... *mental mathematics* about eight. It's called 'The Final Defeat of St George', and it's funny to read something written at a time when I wasn't completely disillusioned with religion. Wasn't nice to St George though, he lost the fight and ran off with his pants on fire.
Here's a poem I wrote on the same subject when I was more than a little jaded, if somewhat more skilled.