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

<passage>:
Mr. Meek Plays Polo Mr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the educated bugs worried him then the It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering: We Fix Anything. Mr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm attached to a metal standard sunk in solid rock. A second sign was faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from almost identical construction, semi-spherical and metal. Out here, Meek shop. One, Meek noticed, belonged to the Solar Health and Welfare Meek knew, to take on a cargo of radiation moss. But the other was a puzzler. Meek wrinkled his brow and blinked his eyes, trying to figure Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once "Like dewdrops in the black of space," Meek mumbled to himself. But he with a firmer tread that almost upset him. After that, he tried to think of nothing except keeping his two feet under him. spun outward and a moment later Meek had passed through the entrance Meek stamped his feet gratefully, pleased at feeling Earth gravity under him again. He lifted the hinged helmet of his suit back on his shoulders. "You are the gentleman who can fix things?" he asked the mechanic. The mechanic stared. Here was no hell-for-leather freighter pilot, no be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and Even the bulky spacesuit failed to hide his stooped shoulders and slight frame. The mechanic said nothing. Meek tried again. "I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So "Sure," he agreed, still slightly dazed. "Sure I can fix you up. What you got?" He swung his feet off the desk. Meek cleared his throat uneasily. "I'm afraid it's more than a bring in a ship without all the instruments. Must have a honey of a navigator." "I haven't got a navigator," Meek said, quietly. alone? No one with you?" Meek gulped and nodded. "Dead reckoning," he said. The mechanic glowed with sudden admiration. "I don't know who you are, mister," he declared, "but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot that ever took to space." "Really I'm not," said Meek. "I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar Exports." "Bookkeeper!" yelped the mechanic. "How come a bookkeeper can handle a ship like that?" "I learned it," said Meek. "You learned it?" "Thank you," said Meek, "but there's something else I'm wondering about. There was another sign out there. Something about educated bugs." "Oh, them," said the mechanic. "They belong to Gus Hamilton. Maybe took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to figure out what kind of game they were playing." "Game?" asked Meek, wondering if he was being hoaxed. "That doesn't make sense," protested Meek. Inn and wait around," advised the mechanic. "He'll rheumatism bothers him, to pick up a bundle of papers. Subscribes to a daily paper, he does. Only man out here that does any reading. But all of grey whiskers spouted into view. It was Gus Hamilton. will fit." "Bud Craney," said Moe. It was no secret. Every man in the two sectors of the Ring knew just exactly what kind of spacecraft the other had. "Merely to help you, Mr. Hamilton," she declared. "To turn your hatreds into healthy competition." just naturally fall apart the first sharp turn they made. You can't play polo in ships tied up with haywire. Those broomsticks you ring-rats ride around on are so used to second rate fuel they'd split The man flipped back his helmet, revealing a head thatched by white hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles. "My opinion, sir," said Oliver Meek, "seldom amounts to much." "All we want to know," Gus told him, "is what you think of space polo." "Space polo," declared Meek, "is a noble game. It requires expert piloting, a fine sense of timing and...." "There, you see!" whooped Gus, triumphantly. "I saw a game once," Meek volunteered. "Swell," bellowed Gus. "We'll have you coach our team." "But," protested Meek, "but ... but." "Oh, Mr. Hamilton," exulted Miss Perkins, "you are so wonderful. You think of everything." "Hamilton!" squeaked Meek. "Sure," said Gus. "Old Gus Hamilton. Grow the finest dog-gone radiation moss you ever clapped your eyes on." "Then you're the gentleman who has bugs," said Meek. "Now, look here," warned Gus, "you watch what you say or I'll hang one "Yes," said Meek, "I'm interested in them. I'd like to see them." "See them," said Gus. "Mister, you can have them if you want them. Drove me out of house and home, they did. They're dippy over metal. Any Meek looked crestfallen. "Can't get near them, then," he said. "Sure you can," said Gus. "Why not?" "Well, a spacesuit's metal and...." you have a pair of stilts." "Stilts?" Oliver Meek cautiously wedged his stilts into two pitted pockets of Even in his youth, Meek remembered, he never had been any great shakes on stilts. Here, on this bucking, weaving rock, with slick surfaces and practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek knew now he was no expert. A half-dozen dents in his space armor was ample proof of that. Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek admitted, certain rules and conditions which he had failed to note or recognize, might determine the number and order of moves allowed each "Well, I'll be...." Mr. Meek said. Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly His breath gurgled in his throat. He knew it now! He should have known it all the time. But the mechanic had talked about the bugs playing games and so had Hamilton. That had thrown him off. Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He was falling directly over the board on which the bugs were arrayed. He pawed and kicked at space, but still floated down, course unchanged. Oliver Meek shut his eyes and groaned. scurrying within it. "By rights," he declared, judiciously, "I should take this over and "Wouldn't it, though," declared Gus. Meek squinted his eyes and pounced on the floor, scrabbling on hands and knees after a scurrying thing that twinkled in the lamplight. "Got him," yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand. "That makes twenty-eight of them," said Meek. sporting world down into secondary place." He paused and took a deep breath and his voice practically yodeled with delight.

<question>:
What is a hidden talent that Meek has?

<options>:
A he's able to juggle
B he's a really good chef
C he's good at record keeping
D he can fly aircrafts well

<answer>:

D