Kidnap!
The man's birthday is approaching, so the dog and I have arranged to kidnap him. Off we go, early tomorrow, north across the Golden Gate and into adventure.He has borne the secrecy so much better than I. "Simply tell me what to pack," says he, while I yearn to spill all the beans.
"Pack your hiking boots," I have instructed, "and food for the dog, for she comes with us. Bring your appetite, a corkscrew and two good books."
I want to tell him about the national forest, the hiking trails, the vineyards. The solitude of the mountain in whose shadow we will sleep while the hound lifts her head as the deer rustle past to the creek.
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