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Ding-dong the dog is dead
Which old dog? The wicked dog
Ding-dong the wicked dog is dead
Wake up you sleepyhead
Rub your eyes, get out of bed
Wake up the wicked dog is dead
He’s gone where the goblins go.

The story of the Maine Mutant or Mystery Beast of Turner, Maine, has just begun. Scholars, scoundrels, and skeptics will write about the case for years, attempting to prove that it says something sinister about the gullibility of humans. But the story is one deeper than that, of media, madness, and mayhem, of jealousy, joining, and journeys.

But we’ve got to verify it legally
To see…
To see…
If he…
If he…
Is morally, ethically
Spiritually, physically
Positively, absolutely
Undeniably and reliably dead
As Coroner , I thoroughly examined him
And he’s not only merely dead
He’s really most sincerely dead.

I most sincerely send my apologies out to the Munchkins, Dorothy, and the Wizard of Oz, but I am using the word “wicked” in the sense that Mainers do, i.e. “wicked” = “something that is very, very good.” Yes, the wicked dog is dead, the wicked dog of the East is most sincerely dead. The wicked animal was a male dog. But he was much, much more.

Mark LaFlamme, the investigative reporter at the Sun Journal in Lewiston, Maine, was the author of this story on many levels. But the worldwide media took the story from him and made it their own. The people of Turner, then the state of Maine did likewise. This became the “Maine Mutant,” in creative art, in watercooler chat, in talks at the local post office, and across the internet. Soon the Mutant grew larger and larger, this monster of a story. Chronologies were confused, descriptions overblown, and the true mystery lost in the debate about the dead animal on the road.

Interestingly, at the almost very end, as the DNA findings began filtering in, I saw that Mark LaFlamme momentarily lost control of telling the tale at his own paper. LaFlamme was preempted by the unexplainable move on the part of the city editor who rushed to put her own spin on the DNA results via the paper’s online edition late Friday night. That summary would become the AP dispatch sent round the globe, thus shutting LaFlamme out of a final, broader telling of the tale. Nevertheless, LaFlamme has taken the time to record his last words on this chapter of the story in Saturday’s (September 2, 2006) edition of the same newspaper.

LaFlamme’s article, “Verdict: It’s A Dog” begins:

TURNER – A dead animal found beneath power lines off Route 4 last month was 100 percent dog, according to the final DNA analysis completed Friday. It was not a werewolf. It was not a mutation. It was not some exotic species unknown to mankind.

It was a dog. And not even a dog-wolf hybrid, as many had guessed.

“There are no traces of wolf in this animal,” said Dr. Yuri Melekovet, laboratory director at HealthGene Corp. in Toronto. “There would have been evidence of that in the genome.”

There was no trace of human in the DNA or of something extraterrestrial either, Melekovet said. The so-called mystery creature that galvanized the community and the rest of the country last month was unremarkable in its lineage.

It remained unknown Friday what kind of dog the animal was. There are tests to make such determinations, but they are extensive, costly and time-consuming. Melekovet believes such tests would be irrelevant.

“If you say this is a half-dog, half-human, people will say, ‘Wow!'” he said. “If you say this is a dog, they won’t care so much.”

The logo art that came to symbolize the wicked beast, the Maine Mutant by Mike Lemos who lives far, far away in Ventura, California.

The findings will likely result in an echo of “I told you so” across the area. Since the strange-looking animal was found Aug. 12, many have insisted the beast was nothing more than a common dog. They did so in the face of those who believed the dead animal was the mystery creature that has been startling people in Western Maine for more than a decade.

If there was any consolation for believers Friday, it was that the real creature may still be out there, alive and elusive as ever.

“The creature still in the Central Maine woods remains the real mystery beast, and the poor dead dog hit by a car on Route 4 was the shadow pretender,” said cryptozoologist Loren Coleman, who examined the Turner animal and declared it a dog two weeks ago. “Of course it was a dog,” he said. “But that dog story became a worldwide media event and is already a major candidate for one of the top 10 cryptozoology stories of 2006.”

LaFlamme had been there in 2004 and 2005, and knew that the locals had seen something huge and horrible. In the September 2nd piece he launches into a long section of retelling the story of a man, Tom Merriam, a wildlife photographer from Windham, who feels he met and fed the wild dog, the one that would end up dead on Route 4, a ham-and-cheese sandwich over the summer. Maybe Merriam did, maybe he didn’t. It is merely another sighting, a part of the mystic of this tale.

LaFlamme goes on to have a flashback moment, noting the dog had a “celebrity look” to it, so much so that this became the root of the story:

When the animal was first discovered, the woman who found the carcass took photos of it. Those photos ended up on television news stations and countless Web sites across the world. Michelle O’Donnell, who took the photographs, said she saw the beast a week before it was struck by a car and killed. And she insisted, like others, that it looked like no dog she had ever seen.

The three photographs of the dead animal above are all by Michelle O’Donnell; click on any to enlarge. Used by permission.

The reporter was always level-headed about the events, even in the middle of the media hurricane. LaFlamme and I talked often, and he ends his piece with these concluding words:

According to Coleman, the cryptozoologist, the hunt continues for the real mystery beast. The hype about the Turner animal at least brought focus to his profession and resulted in lively debate among the local population.

“This was no hybrid, no mutant, no mystery,” Coleman said. “This was a case where international cryptozoology triumphed, where a creature was recognized as nothing bizarre, but also acknowledged as not the mysterious one that previously had been sighted.”

In other words, the truth is still out there.

The Carcass and the Cryptozoologist.

The untrimmed dew claws of the animal – a feral dog – killed by a car, and discovered alongside Route 4, Turner, Maine.

Both photographs here at the end by Sun Journal photographer Douglas Van Reeth. Used by permission. Click to enlarge either.

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