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The Sakonnet Times, October 8

Big City Eyes

BY LILY DAVIS

LAST WEEK I stopped at Jake’s Farm Stand. While browsing, I overheard that Charlotte, the niece of the woman buying eggplants, was taking ampicillin for an earache. Perhaps the niece’s name wasn’t Charlotte. It could have been Charlene and maybe she had strep throat. I purchased a Boston lettuce and plum tomatoes. Then, awed by the beauty and variety of harvest vegetables, I bought three acorn squash, two turban, a butternut, and even a large bluish shapeless hubbard. I like to eat squash occasionally, maybe twice a year.

I opened my refrigerator and noticed these squash, all eighteen meals’ worth, last Monday morning just after a mouse had run across my feet and just before several possibly tick-ridden deer breakfasted on my tulip bulbs. These facts don’t justify or mitigate my later behavior, but I did leave home in an agitated state to cover Claire Ramsay’s 911 call. Her daschund, Baby, had his head stuck in a pitcher.

How this event came to pass is still a mystery. After the incident, Mrs. Ramsay refused to speak to this reporter except to say that the pitcher is 1920s English pewter and sells for $95 at her store, Claire’s Collectibles, on Barton Road. According to sources at the Comfort Café, where Mrs. Ramsay buys black coffee to go before work every day, she may sue the police for confiscating Baby and keeping him overnight at the SPCA in Riverhead. According to sources at the Muffin Shop, where Mrs. Ramsay has never been, her baby, whose name they did not know, almost suffocated but is fine now.

Why would a dog poke his head in a pitcher? Was there a treat inside, a trace of spirit or crumb, or was it a whim—one of those moments when an animal does something stupid?

Sergeant Tom McKee of the Sakonnet Bay Police Department ordered me to keep my distance. His exact words were “Stay back, out of our way.” I would like to point out that I did exactly that. The sergeant then carried Baby from Claire’s Collectibles around the corner to LePater’s Grocery. He was accompanied by two other officers, Carl Scott and Denise Woodworth.

Shortly before this incident, Gavin Sturges of East Sakonnet had decided to use his new cell phone, a present from his girlfriend. He grazed a telephone pole, trying to locate the Send button, and ended up in a ditch. I’m sure it was not a whim that caused the police department to dispatch three of its four on-duty cops to rescue a dog but only one to save a human being.

Was it sound police judgment that caused Sergeant McKee to place the dog on the checkout counter at LePater’s and grease his neck with Wesson oil? As everyone knows, since word in Sakonnet Bay travels faster than a response to a 911 call, a hyped-up Baby emerged from the pitcher. He went berserk. Wiggling out of the policeman’s grasp, he jumped off the counter and bit this reporter’s ankle.

I lost it.

Many versions of what I said have been circulating. About this: I would set the record straight, but I don’t want to deprive people of the pleasure of repeating and further mangling the mangled tale they’ve already been told. Gossip is as essential to life here as harvest vegetables. This must be why generation after generation hasn’t moved. It’s not for love of their beautiful village, or the joy and security of having relatives in shouting distance. It couldn’t possibly reflect a failure of imagination, or lack of curiosity or adventure. People in Sakonnet Bay can’t bear to lose their places on the grapevine.

Sergeant McKee kindly drove me to the emergency medical center. During this exciting ride, he took the opportunity to criticize my previous column, insisting that deer do not cross the road looking for love, only for acorns and popcorn. These remarks might have provided additional justification for my outburst. Unfortunately, they occurred after.

All I can say about my behavior is that I’m sorry and have no excuse, except perhaps the squash, the mouse, and the deer. It was one of those moments when a person does something stupid.