A Good Story, a Bad Story by Kate Tolkovets

Mark's father wass an eminent gangster who had decided to get off from criminal, but he was being searched for by his former 'friends'.
That is why Mints family moved from one town to another, from one country to other very often. That green spring they moved again to the countryside not far from New-York. The new house was large and located in the picturesque place near the small pond with wild ducks and dense reed. The house was old, but very cozy and well-build: it was warm inside in winter and cool in summer.
The whole family liked it a lot, Mark, probably, the most of all. He at least had his own room, the old attic retooled to a living apartment. Mark placed all his books on shelves, put clothes into wardrobe and chose the wright place for his bed. Mark likes when everything is made as he wishes. The first day was cool. Mark and his daddy went fishing, mom baked a plump pie with cinnamon (a pie is a symbol of home, by the way!), then they had a lovely dinner and an amusing evening with a new Tarantino film. Mark's father likes movies At evening the boy brushed his thees, took a bath, read a book for thirty minutes and felt asleep. He was woken up with a strange quiet noise. Mark thought that there were mouse in the attic, but a sudden realizing that he was already in the former attic
made his heart beating faster. Something was wrong. Mark started to cry. His parents came to him and told the little scared boy, that the noise was from the hight pine outside the window. The left him after he fell asleep again.
 The next day was great! In evening Mark, after bath and brushing thees, went to read and heard a noise. The same quite noise. He didn't cried this time. He started to listen patiently. The noise was from the bed. The boy took the lamp and abruptly lighted the space under the bed. A little fluffy Someone was there. Mark lost his voice! He was totally frightened. Monster looked frightened too. Mark took a biscuit from the bedside, put it on the floor and started to wait. The fluffy one slowly moved his paw and tool a cookie. Mark put another one on the floor. Monster ate it. It was the very beginning of their friendship...