David's wallet was cold, dark, and musty. I was squashed in between a twenty-dollar bill and a ten-dollar bill. They both felt they were superior to me so I was lonely, not to mention very uncomfortable. I should introduce my self. I'm Mr. Bill, a one-dollar bill. I'm about two weeks old.
My hometown is Coconut Creek, Fl, but I believe I am in Fort Lauderdale, Florida right now.
I have three brothers and twenty-seven sisters, all my age. At first, we belonged to a gentleman named Clark Smith. He was a tall, trim man with short, brown hair and hazel eyes. For this wealthy man, my family were his smallest bills. However, Mr. Smith was kind and generous with his money.
Sob. These happy memories bring tears to my eyes.
As far as I know, the rest of my siblings still belong to him. However, Mr. Smith used me to pay his paperboy, David, who was quite tall, with blond hair and blue eyes.
I think I spent about four days in David's frog bank (you lose track of time in banks) and he has just emptied out his bank and put the money into his wallet.
Well, anyway, I had hoped that David would use me to pay for whatever he wanted to get. I was thoroughly sick and tired of being stuck in this wallet.
"I wonder where we are going, but wherever it is, I hope David gets rid of all these small bills. It is a disgrace to be seen with them," the twenty said.
The ten eagerly replied, "Shhhh! I can see out of a hole in Davids's pocket!" "Then where are we?" the twenty asked.