First there was a crash. Then there was a cry. Wendy and Tess knew that something had happened in Tim's room. They ran up the stairs to see what it was. When they opened Tim's door, they knew.
Tim was sitting on the floor surrounded by coins and dollar bills. What was left of his piggy bank lay broken beside him. "Oh, no!" he wailed. "What will I do now?"
"What happened to your bank?" asked Tess.
"I wanted to move my bank to my dresser," said Tim. "It was so full I dropped it on the floor. Now it's broken. What will I do with my money? I've been saving it since I was little."
"I know what my dad would tell you," answered Wendy. "He would tell you to put your money in the bank."
"But if I put my money in the bank," said Tim, "then I won't be able to see it grow."
"What good is a bank anyway?" asked Tess. "They just hold your money for you."
"My dad says they do a lot more than that," said Wendy. "A bank pays you to put your money there."Paragraphs 9 to 24:
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