Moonbeam’s Sparkle

I lumbered heavily on the dusty plain as I swayed my trunk in the heavy sultry wind. I wished the time for delivery would soon be near. Suddenly a clap of thunder jolted me into a stumbling gait bringing on the birth of my baby. “Oh, dear, it’s a girl. Now what shall I name a girl?” I asked myself. “She has all her toes, a tail, and two big ears. But, the size of her trunk is just too large to be on a girl!” I said under my breath.

elefant runs.jpgBefore I could possibly explain to her the dangers of living in the wild, a bolt of lightning started a brush fire. Fearing for my baby’s safety, I yelled as loud as I could with instructions for her to follow me. Not understanding me and in all the confusion, my precious little newborn, with her legs, weak and wobbly, was running toward the danger.

When I caught up with her, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. My little one, with her oversized trunk, had staggered to a nearby waterhole. There she suddenly stopped and scooped up a full twenty gallons of water and struggled to put out the blaze before it could become a raging fire. At that very moment my little girl became a heroine to the entire herd.

Out of the clear one of the elders shouted, “What a spark of joy you have brought to your family!” “That’s it! That’s it!” I exclaimed as I proudly turned to my daughter. “I will name you Sparkle!”


As Sparkle’s mother, Moonbeam, was growing older and needed to be looked after, Sparkle had disappeared. The entire herd looked for her many days but there was no sign of Sparkle anywhere. Soon the herd had to move on to better grazing land and water holes before the water dried into crusty, cracked land.

The elder male said to Moonbeam, “Why don’t you send for your daughter before you take the final journey? I’m sure she had her reason for leaving her family. After all, she knew we grew to depend on her so much for our safety and welfare.”  “I know, I will do just that. Please send for our fastest messenger immediately!” exclaimed Moonbeam.




“Mama, Mama!” cried Sparkle as she knelt by her mother’s side. “Can you ever forgive me for leaving you without letting you know why or where I was?”

“My child,” whispered Moonbeam, “you could do no wrong in my eyes, but tell me,   Sparkle, who are these young bulls with you?” “Oh Mama, these are my twin sons. Farres, with his large  nose, has inherited my abilities and has done much good for his family. And this is Farkle, with the extra large tusks. The two have worked very closely together helping all elephant-kind. But tell me, Mama, what has happened to you?”twin sons.jpg

“Sparkle, I cannot tell you how much we are all pleased to have you return to your family. We need your help desperately. And now with my grandbulls, Farres and Farkle, I’m sure we will get some relief from the poachers.”

“Poachers! you say! Mama, don’t tell me you were harmed by a stray bullet.”

“Not exactly a stray, my child. They had to take me down because I wouldn’t move. You see, Sparkle, I was protecting your father.  It was his ivory they wanted.”

“Mama, where is Father?”

“Oh No! They’re back! Farkle is down! Everybody run for safety!” screamed Mama      downed elephant.jpgwith her last breath. As Sparkle nuzzled her mother’s cheek one last time, she whispered in her ear, “Mama, I won’t let you down. Hang in there. I’ll be back.” And to her son she said, “Come, Farres, come with me! Farkle is only grazed. He will be up and about in a few days. We will teach those poachers a lesson they won’t ever forget!”





































Fiction Author:  C.G.Rose

January 2018


2017 Christmas Letter

Dear Family and Friends,

It sure wasn’t cold last winter. It was dammed hot this past summer. Then the rain came.  God is good! In May I received my state license to operate the Adult Family Care Home which I named Rose Moments.

God is good!

I purchased a recumbent bike last year for my birthday and one year later I had never rode it.  My daughter took it home with her in June. Months later she had not been on it so it came back to me. I offered her a very good deal on it which she accepted. I purchased another bike which I can manage.  Bikes and God are good!

Because of so much rain, the un-wanted house guest cometh. Didn’t take long to know why Carli (my Yorkie home alarm system) kept barking for two nights. When I would go to her, all was quiet in the laundry room. I didn’t hear a thing. I would have thought it might be a man coming through the only open window and by golly I sure didn’t want to whale the crap out of a creep in the middle of the night.  Pepper spray and God are good!

So how does a detective find a rat?  Three days later I had the answer. He sniffs it out!  I looked behind floor to ceiling stacked boxes filled with not-needed and not-wanted collection of junk over the years. I couldn’t see anything while continuously being slapped silly by the repulsive stench. You guessed it!  Man, I have a dead rat in the utility room! Are you smelling it yet???  I’ve been good too, Santa!

I decided I’d had enough of that half-way pushing the self-propelled lawn mower. For three days after I mowed, I would walk like a twisted pretzel. Old people (especially old women who have had back surgery) don’t recoup so fast. Sooooo, for my next birthday I purchased a John Deere tractor. Tractors and God are good!

At first I was sure I’d gone rodeo warp-time! It was like a wild-bucking-bull – it was worse than learning to drive a standard shift – at least the front of the car wouldn’t rear its ugly head and snort! Sometimes it was so bad my hands would fly off the wheel and I’d come crashing down on a lawn chair or whatever I was near. It was really terrifying! I learned to pray in a whole new way! I didn’t lose leg or limb so God is good!

I got out the instruction book to see if lessons came with it.  All I read was >could be dangerous to your health,

(I was totally convinced of that) >don’t call us if you don’t know how to drive a clutch/brake combination,

(with that standard shift, I recall the brake on the right and clutch on the left). Thank goodness I have paid-up life insurance.  I gave into investing a small fortune for lessons from the man who had been mowing for me when my arthritic hands wouldn’t close around that push mower’s handles. He realized he wouldn’t be needed anymore so I did lose an arm and leg in the amount he charged. I still eat. God is good!

Went for my annual. Told Dr. I was still taking vitamins……….. she looked at my hands and said, they’re orange!  Are you taking a lot of carotene?  I laughed and told her I was drinking a lot of carrot juice.  Dr laughed and said, “I can tell”, then looked at my arms and legs. They had a nice ‘kissed by the sun’ glow. We were both laughing like school girls. I asked her, “Will it harm me?”  No, you will just have people telling you that you are orange and should have your liver checked!!!  I’m still enjoying my carrot-nog!  I’m still orange. You are what you eat!  God is good.

May you be blessed by the warmth of the sun, cleansed by the rain and have your hair combed by the wind this coming year.  Love and God Bless each and every one as I know God is good!  Colletta 2017

Challenge the Wind or Shelter

hurricaneSo, the phone rings and I hear my daughter yelling, “Mom you need to get to Tampa because Venice is really going to be bad!”  Irma, the Yeti of all hurricanes, was freewheeling up the west coast of pristine Florida.  After checking the weather, I chose to shelter instead.  I called for directions to the nearest shelter but never asked about bringing anything for comfort.  First thing I noticed was NO COTS!  We were packed in the hall like a pack of rats. This was not going to be fun!  Yes, I slept in the hallway of a school on the hardest, coldest spot of a concrete floor. Actually, my body is just too damned old to deal with that sort of camping out.

Thank goodness, I had picked up one of my walking sticks to bring along with a LED flashlight. Without that stick I’m sure I would not have been able to walk the next day.  I go into the cafeteria for dinner. Much to my horror about 3/4 of the room was filled with people who were sleeping. The odor of dinner brought my senses to the height of dirty feet, sweat, and bad breath. I got a clear vision of what Hillary would call deplorables. That definitely helped take away hunger much better than a diet pill.

The following night the storm had taken out all the lights. Backup lights lasted only one hour. Sometime during the night, I saw what appeared to be an older gray-haired lady trying to navigate her way in the narrow isle. Soon she was shuffling her way back from where she had gone.  She noticed my sitting on the edge of an air mattress that another older lady had invited me to use for the night. She bent over and asked me where a water fountain was so she could take her heart medicine. I felt obligated to play nursemaid!

I took her, with flashlight in hand, into the nearest restroom. I told her to put the medicine in her mouth and cup her hands to sup enough water to get her pills swallowed.  We get back into the hallway and I asked her if she knew how to get back to her bed.  She said it was down where the bank is.  I knew without a doubt that I had an Alzheimer victim on my hands. However, I walked her all the way to the other end of the hall. I did not see an empty space nor did she recognize anything.  I felt if I had to take her into another direction that I’d end up like her, just roaming around until daylight.

NURSEThere is a saying that God will send an angel when needed?  Don’t you know the lady and I both were in need!  All of a sudden POOF! there appeared a Red Cross nurse!  After relating the story, the nurse said she would take the lady to where she should be. The next morning three people asked me where the nurse came from because they did not see any figure walking by. I guess the nurse was the angel who appeared in time before a fallen rose petal could occur!