Within the home was a cluttered mess filled with many shovels and instruments of every kind...the place alone filled with life and warmth while the one who 'looks' after it rests cozy away in the comfy cushions of a rocking chair, leaning back while his hood hid away the beaming rays of the morning sun as he awaits for his next customer...humming away a tune he once heard Link play -

until a sudden knock on the door causes him to nearly fall from his seat, dashing to the door in excitement