The day the Constitution was born was the day all Americans praised their God. They had built their own country. They had declared their independence from Great Britain with the Declaration of Independence, and now, they were a true country. But what they didn't know, was that the Constitution was a legitimate living document. In fact, every document they had ever written by the Magic Quill was living. Was real. Had feelings. For each other.
The day Constitution met Declaration of Independence was a rainy day in the countryside. The two documents were being transferred to a big fancy government building together. The trip was along one, and the snow swirled around the carriage. The clops of the horses' hooves on the muddy dirt road broke the silence. It was a bumpy ride, and the two documents were not secured with their fancy red ribbons. They were free. In fact, the Declaration of Independence was the embodiment of freedom.
The Constitution had always admired the DOI. It was such a brave document, standing up to Britain, winning America's freedom.
The Declaration of Independence had always thought that the Constitution was okay. The Declaration of Independence was the one who, well, Declared Independence. But seeing the Constitution lay out the rules of the land. That was some sexy shit. The Declaration had, of course, declared the freedom of America, but the Constitution was the rule of the land. It could be changed. The only problem was, the Constitution was so young. They were thirteen years apart, but they were pieces of paper. They would probably live forever, or at least a couple hundred years.
The Constitution sat on the floor of the carriage, flying a little bit up into the air with every bump. Love was a little like a carriage ride, the Constitution thought. Bumps and bad weather, but still, enjoyable.
Suddenly, the carriage hit a big bump on the dirt road, probably a large root protruding from the trees lining the side of the road. The Declaration of Independence flew high into the air, and fell onto the Constitution. Their paper touched, and they looked into each other's words. What beautiful handwriting, the Constitution thought, reading the beautiful words declaring the country's freedom.
The Declaration of Independence had almost crushed the Constitution. The Constitution didn't seem to notice. The DOI felt the Constitution reading it's words. The DOI felt bad for falling on the Big C, but enjoyed the attention, and didn't want to move.
The Constitution felt a bit hot, the DOI wasn't moving, and it had been maybe five minutes since the DOI had fallen. The Constitution rolled out from under the Declaration of Independence, and rolled over to the other side of the carriage. There were a few other documents in the carriage, none as important as the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution. The lesser documents were all in a corner together, watching the the big dogs in the carriage have an intimate moment.
They were young documents, the lesser ones, and a bit immature. They seemed to be laughing and giggling at the Constitution. The Big C rolled away and into a small corner to cry.
