My skateboard is old. It is broken. I need a new one.

I tell my dad.

Dad says, "You need money. Do yo have any?"

I get my money jar. "How about this?" I ask.

"You need to save more money for a skateboard," Dad says.

I say, "I will do chores and earn lots of money."

I make a list of chores that will make me money.

First, I feed the dog, but the bag is too big.

I empty the dishwasher, but the dishes are too heavy.

I clean my room. Mom pays me some money.

I sell lemonade. I get more money.

I save lots of money in my money jar.

Dad says, "You need a savings account."

Dad takes me to the bank. We see the manager.

Dad writes on some bank papers. I write my name.

They take my money jar. I am upset. Dad says, "Don't worry."

They pour my money into a machine. It counts my money.

I get a book. It tells me how much money I have.

"Hey, Dad," I ask. "Can I get a skateboard yet?"

Dad says, "Not yet. You must save more money."

Every day I do chores to earn more money.

Finally, I have enough money for a new skateboard.

But I don't want that anymore. Now I want a Robot Dinosaur.

I say, "Dad, I am so glad I saved my money!"