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

<passage>:
spaceman or two a year. Instead, I'm zoo-keeper to these confounded mere handful of them—have managed, as usual, to stir up trouble with bother, merely for a few oases among the endless deserts. However I have, at last, received authorization from Sector Headquarters to up a fat buff envelope. "A pity they didn't see fit to order the "Of course not. They all hate travel. If there are no other questions, The pilot's head snapped around. "War?" he yelped. "Nobody told me they "They shore won't, sonny. I ain't givin' 'em the chance." He started blocked casually. "Are you nuts?" the pilot screeched. "They's plenty We're closin' fast. Them birds might take it into their heads to lob controls. The pilot ducked out of sight, came back, handed Retief a departing mail boat. Retief watched the tiny screen, hands on the its back. Smoke filled the tiny compartment. There was a series of whined past his ear. a song lizard burbled. Whining insects circled, scented alien life, "Maybe I'll look better after a shave," said Retief. "What's the idea Flap-jack boat looks just like 'em. I took a shot when I saw something move. Didn't know it was a Terrestrial. Who are you? What you doin' here? We're pretty close to the edge of the oases. That's Flap-jack country over there." He waved a hand toward the north, where the desert lay. "Missile, eh? Must be Flap-jack artillery. We got nothing like that." expect—" "Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand "Have to get you some real clothes, though. Those city duds don't stand up on 'Dobe." Retief looked down at the charred, torn and sweat-soaked powder-blue blazer and slacks. "This outfit seemed pretty rough-and-ready back home," he said. "But I Flap-jack." "We're damn glad you're here, mister," said a fat man with two bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't "I figure they thought the cows were people," said Swazey. "They were "Don't be so dumb, Bert," said Swazey. "They'd never seen Terries Bert chuckled. "Sure do. We showed 'em the next time, didn't we, "Flopped, you mean. Ugliest lookin' critters you ever saw. Look just like a old piece of dirty blanket humpin' around." "It's been goin' on this way ever since. They raid and then we raid. can't afford it. The colony's got less than three hundred able-bodied men." "But we're hanging onto our farms," said Potter. "All these oases are old sea-beds—a mile deep, solid topsoil. And there's a couple of hundred others we haven't touched yet. The Flap-jacks won't get 'em 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...." "Shut up, you damn fool!" a deep voice grated. "If I'd a been a Flap-jack "Who you spyin' for, stranger?" he rasped. "What's the idea...?" sand as the Flap-jack charged. Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all It scrabbled with prehensile fringe-tentacles for a grip on Retief's The Flap-jack reversed its tactics, went limp. Retief grabbed, felt a The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief the thumb dug in. of thorn branches: the Flap-jacks' outer defensive line against Terry 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 looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks came in all sizes. "Prisoners? But we have no prisoners." Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings, silence. "Well, let us dine," the mighty Flap-jack said at last. "We can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns." couches uncomfortable." Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room, communed silently with Hoshick. "Pray forgive our lack of translating devices," he said to Retief. "Permit me to introduce my colleagues...." A small Flap-jack rippled the chamber bearing on its back a silver tray laden with aromatic food. The waiter served the four diners, filled the "Of course," Hoshick continued, "as soon as we realized that you were captive, for example. Simple-minded, of course, but a fantastically "Ah, well, they are after all expendable. But we agree: no atomics. Have you tried the ground-gwack eggs? Rather a specialty of my Mosaic...." "Delicious," said Retief. "I wonder. Have you considered eliminating signaled and the servant refilled tubes. "There is an aspect I haven't yet mentioned," Retief went on. "I hope "Vermin. Or 'varmints' as some call them. Deadly antagonists, but scratchily. "Imagine considering us as—what was the word?—varmints." "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "Sir!" said Retief sternly. "You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate." "It's quite simple, really. Each side selects a representative and the 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 He sighed and rippled his fringe tentacles. "My spawn-fellows will "Of course," Retief said, "if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of contest...." "By no means. But perhaps we could rule out tentacle-twisting, just to 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, top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to "May hide-ticks devour the gougerforms!" Hoshick bellowed. "You've "Speaking of hide-ticks," said Retief, "we've developed a biterform—" hide. "Suddenly I yearn for the crowded yellow sands of Jaq. I had "My spawn-fellows aren't here. And besides, didn't I mention it? No Now, if you'd like to take these deserts and raise lichen, we'll promise to stick to the oases and vegetables." Hoshick curled his back in attention. "Retief, you're quite serious? You would leave all the fair sand hills to us?" "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone me, Retief," he cried. "This time, in generosity."

<question>:
What did the flap-jacks think people wanted?

<options>:
A Skirmishes
B Peace
C To eliminate weapons
D The oases

<answer>:

A