Once upon a time, in the Land of Servus, there was a little dragon with a big problem. His name was Roary. He meant well and tried hard, but he could not protect his treasure of gold money. Even though his parents gave him gold coins every week, his pile of treasure never grew, and he felt horrible about his money.

He was sure that thieves were sneaking into the cave. By night, he stood guard over his treasure. By day, he looked for new ways to protect his gold. When Roary's mom paid a visit to her bleary-eyed son, she offered advice to go along with his weekly allowance.

"Mom, you don't have to worry," Roary said, waving her off with his green claws. "I just bought a super-secure treasure chest and a super-strong lock. No one's getting my gold now."

Roary cracked open the chest to show his mom, but there were fewer gold coins in the box than the day before he bought his new treasure chest.

His mother suggested, "You need sharper claws and fangs. A dragon can only protect his treasure if he looks fearsome. What you need are nail files. I can buy you some."

He shook his head. "Mom, I'm 276 years old. I can solve my own problems."

"Okay, dear. Just know that your father and I are a bellow away." She spread her wings and flew off.