Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
mere handful of them—have managed, as usual, to stir up trouble with an intelligent indigenous life form, the Jaq. I can't think why they bother, merely for a few oases among the endless deserts. However I He inched his way to the shelter of a broad-boled dwarf tree. Somewhere "Hey!" the settler yelled. "You're as human as I am!" "Maybe I'll look better after a shave," said Retief. "What's the idea of shooting at me?" "Lemme up. My name's Potter. Sorry 'bout that. I figured it was a Flap-jack boat "I'm glad you're a poor shot. That missile was too close for comfort." "Missile, eh? Must be Flap-jack artillery. We got nothing like that." "I heard there was a full-fledged war brewing," said Retief. "I didn't expect—" "Good!" Potter said. "We figured a few of you boys from Ivory would be "Yes. I'm—" "Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad mistake. Lemuel's a tough man to explain something to." "I'm—" "Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand Flap-jack." followed Potter. II "We're damn glad you're here, mister," said a fat man with two revolvers belted across his paunch. "We can use every hand. We're in bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't made a smart move since. First, we thought they were a native form we hadn't run into before. Fact is, one of the boys shot one, thinkin' it was fair game. I guess that was the start of it." He stirred the fire, added a stick. two of his cattle, and pulled back." "I figure they thought the cows were people," said Swazey. "They were out for revenge." "How could anybody think a cow was folks?" another man put in. "They don't look nothin' like—" "Don't be so dumb, Bert," said Swazey. "They'd never seen Terries before. They know better now." Bert chuckled. "Sure do. We showed 'em the next time, didn't we, Potter? Got four." "They walked right up to my place a couple days after the first time," Swazey said. "We were ready for 'em. Peppered 'em good. They cut and run." "We been yellin' for help to the CDT, over on Ivory," said Potter. "But you know these Embassy stooges." "We heard they were sending some kind of bureaucrat in here to tell us to get out and give the oases to the Flap-jacks," said Swazey. He tightened his mouth. "We're waitin' for him...." "Meanwhile we got reinforcements comin' up, eh, boys?" Bert winked at Retief. "We put out the word back home. We all got relatives on Ivory and Verde." "Shut up, you damn fool!" a deep voice grated. "Lemuel!" Potter said. "Nobody else could sneak up on us like that." "If I'd a been a Flap-jack I'd of et you alive," the newcomer said, He eyed Retief. "Who's that?" "What do ya mean?" Potter spoke in the silence. "He's your cousin...." "He ain't no cousin of mine," Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief. "Who you spyin' for, stranger?" he rasped. Retief got to his feet. "I think I should explain—" A short-nosed automatic appeared in Lemuel's hand, a clashing note against his fringed buckskins. "Skip the talk. I know a fink when I see one." "One," said Swazey. "That first one was just a love tap." Bert froze. "Hark, boys," he whispered. In the sudden silence a night lizard called. Retief strained, heard nothing. He narrowed his eyes, split second behind him. "You move fast for a city man," breathed Swazey beside him. "You see pretty good too. We'll split and take 'em from two sides. You and Bert from the left, me and Potter from the right." "No," said Retief. "You wait here. I'm going out alone." "What's the idea...?" Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all The Flap-jack reversed its tactics, went limp. Retief grabbed, felt a "Sorry, fellow," he muttered between clenched teeth. "Eye-gouging isn't gentlemanly, but it's effective...." The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief relaxed the pressure of his thumb the alien gave a tentative jerk the Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his was correct, a Flap-jack picket should be along before too long.... He got to his feet. The captive Flap-jack rippled its fringe in an agitated way. Retief tensed his thumb in the eye-socket. "Sit tight," he said. "Don't try to do anything hasty...." His remarks were falling on deaf ears—or no ears at all—but the thumb spoke as loudly as words. looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks came in all sizes. A low rumble sounded, like a deep-throated growl. It strummed on, faded d'Yquem. "It was an unexpected pleasure to encounter your party here," said Hoshick. "I confess at first we took you for an indigenous earth-grubbing form, but we were soon disabused of that notion." He returned the salute and drank. "Of course," Hoshick continued, "as soon as we realized that you were sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a asking?" "For the moment, perhaps only a few hundred. There-after ... well, said, "but surely you jest?" "As a matter of fact," said Retief, "we ourselves seldom use weapons." "I seem to recall that our first contact of skirmishforms involved the "Oh? Curious. What forms are those?" "Vermin. Or 'varmints' as some call them. Deadly antagonists, but much the same among you as with us: lacking in perception." He laughed scratchily. "Imagine considering us as—what was the word?—varmints." two individuals settle the issue between them." "I ... um ... fear I don't understand. What possible significance could one attach to the activities of a couple of random skirmishforms?" don't involve the skirmishforms at all. That's quite passe." "You don't mean...?" "That's right. You and me." light he could just make out the towering figure of the Flap-jack rearing up before him, his trappings gone. A silent rank of Flap-jack retainers were grouped behind him. leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by The Flap-jack recoiled. Retief held fast, probed deeper, groping with Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on, one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to "To tell you the truth, I'm old-fashioned myself. I'd rather watch the action from a distance too." "But surely your spawn-fellows would never condone such an attitude." "My spawn-fellows aren't here. And besides, didn't I mention it? No one who's really in the know would think of engaging in competition by

<question>:
What misconception did Potter have about the Flap-jacks?

<options>:
A He thought they looked like blankets
B He thought they wanted to take over the oases
C He thought they killed some men
D He thought they were friendly

<answer>:

B