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 welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud 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 faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed spectacles, finally deciphered its scrawl: Ask About Educated Bugs. A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from the sign-post and gravely regarded the settlement. On the chart it was almost identical construction, semi-spherical and metal. Out here, Meek The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its 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 or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his cumbersome spacesuit all tangled up. The gravity was slight, next to non-existent, and one who wasn't used to it had to take things easy and "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 be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and His blue eyes looked watery behind the thick lenses that rode his nose. 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 He swung his feet off the desk. "I ran into a swarm of pebbles," Meek confessed. "Not much more than dust, really, but the screen couldn't stop it all." He fumbled his hands self-consciously. "Awkward of me," he said. Meek cleared his throat uneasily. "I'm afraid it's more than a puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them." The mechanic clucked sympathetically. "You're lucky. Tough job to Meek gulped and nodded. "Dead reckoning," he said. Exports." "Bookkeeper!" yelped the mechanic. "How come a bookkeeper can handle a ship like that?" "I learned it," said Meek. "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 "Game?" asked Meek, wondering if he was being hoaxed. "That doesn't make sense," protested Meek. "Stranger," declared the mechanic, solemnly, "there ain't nothing about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on. "Lady," he declared mournfully, "you sure picked yourself a job. The boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't worth it, either. Just ring-rats, that's all they are." although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if "Athletic events," said Miss Perkins. "Tin shinny, maybe," suggested Moe, trying to be sarcastic. She missed the sarcasm. "Or spelling contests," she said. "Them fellow can't spell," insisted Moe. "Games of some sort, then. Competitive games." "Now you're talking," Moe enthused. "They take to games. Seven-toed will fit." society." just naturally fall apart the first sharp turn they made. You can't play polo in ships tied up with haywire. Those broomsticks you 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...." "But," protested Meek, "but ... but." "Hamilton!" squeaked Meek. "Then you're the gentleman who has bugs," said Meek. "Yes," said Meek, "I'm interested in them. I'd like to see them." Meek looked crestfallen. Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a Oliver Meek cautiously wedged his stilts into two pitted pockets of stone that jutted from the surface. 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 Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the None of the diagrams made sense. They showed the patterns of three Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. been analyzed, Meek knew, and reproduced under laboratory conditions, on the crazy swirl of spacial boulders that made up the ring. Men like Hamilton, living on rocks that bucked and heaved along their orbits like chips riding the crest of a raging flood. Men who endured loneliness, dared death when crunching orbits intersected or, when mockery of space before them. Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook. Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly popping in and out of holes. If there were opposing sides ... and if it were a game, there'd have to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek recognize, might determine the number and order of moves allowed each side. Suddenly there was confusion on the board. For a moment a half-dozen of Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical problem ... going back to the point of error and going on again from there. "Well, I'll be...." Mr. Meek said. Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly on the rock below. Games! Those bugs weren't playing any game. They were solving mathematical equations! 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 The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly balance had flung him forward, away from the face of the rock and he was falling directly over the board on which the bugs were arrayed. Oliver Meek shut his eyes and groaned. thick, too, about how we should settle down and behave ourselves and He shook his head dolefully. "This here Ring ain't ever going to be the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." "That would be awful," agreed Meek. 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.

<question>:
Of the following descriptions, which best describe Meek?

<options>:
A nosy and cautious
B confident and handsome
C funny and charismatic
D clumsy and inexperienced

<answer>:

D