The wind was windy as it blew through the forest. The grass rustled and the branches swayed lightly. Mino travelled further through the midday Minish Woods, and he was moving into Lon lon Ranch, which was quite a long way from the woods for him. Mino was a Minish after all.
The tall grass slapped his face, which he kept pushing away. He carried nothing more then his sword, his staff, his lucky charm and a bag of provisions. He didn't need anything else, as the deed to the place his grandfather had left him was all his. Mino often got lonely, so he had the habit of thinking out loud.
"This Lon Lon Ranch seems nice. Fresh supplies of milk, free open spaces... of course, there is the backfire of the girl who lives there. Grandpa says she constantly looks for Minish, which might be a problem." He thought. Though he had heard the old tradition that Minish are supposed to show themselves to good children. Prehaps he should show himself to this 'Malon' girl? He pondered as he walked through a swaying flowerbed, honeybees collecting nectar above him.
He reached the end of the forest, where daylight broke through the thick trees. Birds whistled on the tops of the trees, which Mino could never see, as they were so tall. He gazed at the ranch, the cows and horses in the surrounding fields. Small ponds of spring water were scattered nearby. He continued his hike towards it, with a smile on his face. When he reached the edge of the grass, he looked to see if anybody was on the road. He had a fear of spiders, their eight eyes greedily wanting to devour him. He ran across the dirt path, still glancing around for any sign of life. He went under the huge and through the grass of the ranch fields. After more walking, he finally arrived at the house. He stared at it, looking at the immense door which towered over him. Mino scratched his head.
"This is gonna take some of the old Leafen family skill..." He heard humming from around the corner of the house. He ran to the edge, and peeked around the corner. The huge girl named Malon was sitting on a chair making a daisy chain. Mino had to admit she was quite pretty. A low voice sounded from the open window behind her.
"Malon! Break over. Time to get back to milking." She sighed and looked at the daisy chain she had made.
"Okay Dad. Just a second." She began finishing the chain. Mino knew he had to act fast. He ran across the edge of the house, then climbed a sunflower and hopped onto the stoll. Being careful not to get her attention, he jumped into her back pocket and waited. She got up, opened the door and walked inside. She sat on the stoll by the cow and began milking. Mino jumped back out, and onto the floor.
"Too easy." He whispered. Mino then ran to the corner of the room, then slipped into the secret door his Grandpa had made. Without making a noise, he closed the door and looked at his new home.