What in the world is it? Bonny wondered. And then she realized that she was seeing a Hardy Homeostatic trap in action.
Good luck, she thought.
The trap, after pausing and scouting in all directions, hesitated and then at last doubtfully took off on the trail of the two bulldog-like animals. It disappeared around the side of a nearby house, solemn and dignified, much too slow in its pursuit, and she had to smile.
The business of the day had begun. All around her the city was awakening, back once more into its regular life.