What started this was supposed to be a one-off about a drought, a butt, and my own sanity. Instead a second chapter came effectively against my own will, and now we’ve got the last installment in an off-topic mini-trilogy for which nobody asked and which I didn’t intend to write.
I suppose that’s how things work though. Everything is supposed to be a one-off, until a bunch of one-offs string themselves together and against our own intentions turn into a story. It’s all an accident.
As far as I can tell, most of everything is an episode zero rather than the story itself — some potential prelude to a future story still unwritten.