Malon found a solution to her loneliness problem provided via Saria getting tired of her following around like a lost puppy. She decided to get a boyfriend, however there was just one problem that was kind of…...weird.

"HEYA! HEYA! HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA!" shouted A Guard off duty to Malon as they were siting outside a random cafe.

"Um, so what're…..you know, your interest and hobbies?" asked Malon, grimacing a little.

"HEYA! HEYA! HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA!" repeated The Guard, slamming his hand against the table.

Malon looked at a nearby waiter," Check please!"

So she decided to start smaller than a boyfriend, or anybody that only spoke one word which led to the creation of Karl the Magnificent Pillow capable of providing comfort better than any other person could. Yes, she drew a face on one of her pillows with perma-Ink and named it Karl because there was no other option other than to weep for all eternity. When Ingo saw that she was having breakfast with a pillow with a face on it, he decided to go find Talon who, oddly enough, was busy milking a cow. With a cuckoo.

"Talon, there's something wrong with Malon," said Ingo, eying Talon briefly.

The Ranch Owner placed the chicken on the ground, got off his stool, and placed his hands on his hips as he turned to Ingo." All right, Ingo, this is the plan. You distract with odd talk about how she was born while I go run for the hills, change my name, start over with a larger more beautiful ranch. In about a few years or so somebody will come and-"

"Old Man, what're you talking about now?" sighed Ingo, rolling his eyes.

"I dunno, what're YOU talking about!?" returned Talon shifting his weight to his right side, puffing his lips out.

Ingo made a confused face before he shook his head."Malon's in the kitchen having breakfast with a darn pillow like it's some sorta human being like she's still seven."

"I thought she was twenty-one?" asked Talon, scratching his head." Boy, kids these days sure age differently."

Ingo refrained from slapping the old goat for his stupidity." Anyway, I came to get you since you are the Father and the Father should talk to their daughters about-"

"YOLO!" shouted Talon, throwing the cuckoo at Ingo who literally fell backwards, landing on his butt as he fought a crazed chicken.

"YOU PATHETIC OLD MAN!" shouted Talon through the fight." NO WONDER YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU!"

Malon looked out the open window briefly overhearing the commotion outside before shrugging it off, and continuing her conversation with Karl. Moments later, an enraged Ingo with multiple claw marks and a black eye walked into the kitchen, flopping down on the chair that nearly broke due to his weight being dropped on it so suddenly.

"Don't ask," replied Ingo as Malon began to open her mouth." Anyway, look Malon, we need to talk-"

"Since when do you care so much about me?" asked Malon, titling her head to the side.

"Well, when you're out here havin' conversations with a damn pillow there's a need to be worried and the only two people that actually work here are us, so if you go bonkers I'm stuck taking care of this here shit hole," replied Ingo shrugging." Plus we're siblings-"

"No, we're not," replied Malon.

"Yes we are, Malon-"

"My Mama ain't have a son!"

"Yes, but Talon signed a contract stating that I am your brother and should anything happen to him I would get rights over your well being, but that's not the point! The point is that I'm starting to wonder if this whole Link-won't-talk-to-ya-cause-you-done-gone-murdered-one-of-his-friends thing is getting' to your head."

"I'm not a piece of meat, Ingo-"

"Talk about it with Talon."

"And I am perfectly fine and sane! Link's a thing of the past cause I got Karl now, isn't that right, Karl?"

Ingo looked at the pillow briefly before Malon smiled brightly.

"See, he agrees!" shouted Malon, pointing her fork at Ingo.

"Ya know what?" said Ingo putting his hands in front of him before getting up." I'm done with this mess. Ya need meh, I'll be looking for Charlie the Cucumber out in the ol' garden."

As Ingo walked out of the room, Malon turned to Karl.

"Don't worry, he's just jealous he has to do most of the work," replied Malon before smiling brightly." I'm glad you see it that way!"