The Chunky Gerudo King lumbered through the gardens, a cake in one hand and a vase of flowers in another. He felt his belly jiggle with every step, something that he was accustomed to now. Hell, he welcomed it in fact. However, his mind was elsewhere today.

As he walked through the gardens, which miraculously survived the harsh desert climate, he happened upon a gravestone. He slowly got down on his bottom, grunting as he did, and set the cake at his side and the vase in front of the grave. He gave a warm smile, but his eyes were tearing up. The day after his birthday was never an easy one.

“Hello there, mother. It’s been a while…”