20 years before MM/MM- Tingle, Tingle's Father, Link
"Son, you need to grow up!" my father said to me.
"But why?" I asked.
"Fifteen-year-old boys should not be searching for fairies!" he answered sternly.
"Why not?"
"It's... not mature!"
"Why do I have to be mature?" I demanded.
"Let me put it this way: either you act your age or I'll kick you out!"
"But-"
"And that's final!" he yelled, then stormed out of my bedroom.
"I wish I had a fairy. Then dad would understand. Yes, dad would love me."
Five days later, because I searched for fairies longer, I was living on the streets.
I began making maps to sell. I loved selling maps so much that I made up magic map-giving words: Tingle, Tingle, Kooloo-LIMPAH!
Unfortunately, my first customer came a whole 20 years later...
"Hi! You have a fairy! Are you... a forest fairy?! We should be friends! As a sign of our friendship, I will sell you maps with a discount!"
The forest fairy looked uncomfortable.
"Okay," he squeaked. "I'm Link."
"I'm Tingle! Now, I'll sell you this Clock Town map for 10 Rupees."
"Thank you," my new friend said shyly.
"Tingle, Tingle, Kooloo-LIMPAH!" I said, giving him the mask. "Those are Tingle's magic words. Don't steal them!"
The forest fairy mumbled something that sounded like, "Why would I want to?"
"Huh?"
"Um... I said, that I was glad to hear them."
"Ah, okay! Bye!"