The comet came down over the fields in the middle of the night, and he wouldn’t have seen it if he hadn’t gone out for a light night walk to admire the results of the harvest. This year they’d gotten everything in on time, and no out-of-season rainfall had made the process more difficult. All their wheat was stored away in the granaries for sale or for keeping until the next planting season. Because he was out in his field, he did see the comet come down, and he saw that it was very bright and landed very close. A plume of steam rising from the little creek on the edge of his property told him where it was, and he broke into a run to see what had fallen from space. He knew that sometimes these meteors could actually be worth something, and he allowed a brief--

Inspiration: This photo on Flickr.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: There are a whole lot of It Came From Outer Space stories out there, so unless another related story idea comes along to flesh this out, I'll probably leave this alone.