This morning's prompt is 'cowbell'.

Stuff!

A face, a place, something good, something bad and something weird and wonderful!

Frank Costigan maintained that he had retired to being a bit of a bum, 'temporarily between wars as it were' was how his mother in law put it. He had actually been something of a stay at home dad with occasional adventures.

Alex's farm had seemingly grown out of control, certainly out of his understanding after the latest of his adventures, a little contract on behalf of the rangers. Home again, he had gone walkabout and found himself following a bell ringing behind the alien, orange scented hedge, a natural fence it seemed. Abruptly he heard a distressing (distressed?) sound and a perfectly good cowbell came flying over said hedge 

"Well this is going to be interesting..."