David Has a Dollar

David mows the lawn. His mom gives him a dollar. He has a dollar. A whole dollar.

He walks down the street like a millionaire. “I have a whole dollar,” he says to himself. “That is a lot of money. I can buy so many things.”

“Grocer,” says David. “How many pineapples can I buy with a dollar?”

“One,” says the grocer. “Shall I wrap it up for you?”

“Oh no,” says David. “If I buy the pineapple, I won’t be able to buy a keychain.”

David walks on to the hardware store. “Sir,” he says, “how much is that keychain?”

“The one with the gold and blue dolphins?”

“Yes, that one.”

“That is two dollars.”

“I have only one.”

“Okay, then for you it’s a dollar. Shall I ring it up?”

“Oh, no,” says David. “I was just asking. If I buy the keychain I cannot buy a superhero poster for my room.”

David stops at the photo store. “How much is the poster of my favorite superhero?”

“This one?”

“Yes.”

“It is three dollars.”

“I have only one.”

“I can sell you a postcard of New York.”

“No thank you,” says David.

“David, is that you?” asks his mother.

“Yes, Mom. I went for a walk to buy something with my dollar.”

“What did you buy?”

“A dream, Mom. I bought a dream.”