The ZIP file lingered online, a piece of local folklore archived among playlists and meme compilations. Strangers downloaded it and laughed; some wondered if Walter was a performance artist. He did not mind. He found the absurdity of being an internet character mellowed the edges of his small rebellions. The attention brought donations: coupons left anonymously in the community mailbox, a farm co-op offering surplus oats at cost, a retired truck driver who volunteered to pick up bulk sacks of grain from a supplier two towns over.