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

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alone. Before we realized what was happening he was just like any other ten-year-old, full of curiosity and the devil, with no more that had meant so much to him when he was tied to his wheelchair and couldn't do anything but wait and think. For instance, a scrubby little terrier followed him home from Twin Palms one day and Ethel let him keep it. He fed the pup and washed it and named it Dugan, and after that he never said anything more about by ... Roger Dee Just a one-eyed dog named Charlie and a crippled boy named Joey—but between them they changed the face of the universe ... perhaps. job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus. to remember charlie by going to Michigan to find Charlie. It was only natural, of course, because kids—normal kids—forget their pain quickly. It's a sort of defense mechanism, Doc says, against the disappointments of this life. of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a "Anything wrong, Joey?" I asked. us the head of a dog is fairly plain. If you know enough to fill in the gaps you can see it was meant to be a big shaggy dog with only one eye. Doc says that footloose migratories like him and me forget old not especially interested now in where Ethel and Joey Pond are or how I wish I'd asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie "What're you looking for up there, Joey?" I asked. trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just Southern like the boy's but with all the softness ground out of it from living on the Florida coast where you hear a hundred different accents every day. "Let the boy alone." She was right about it being none of my business. I went on into the trailer I shared with Doc Shull and left the two of them waiting for doubted it—and talks like one when he wants to. But Doc's no bum, Ponds were permanent residents. The kid—his name was Joey and he was said. "Who's Charlie?" I asked. Doc frowned at his plate. "The kid had a dog named Charlie, a big shaggy mutt with only one eye and no love for anybody but the boy. The dog isn't coming home. He was run down by a car on the highway while Joey was hospitalized with polio." "Tough," I said, thinking of the kid sitting out there all day in his around the trailer playing cribbage and drinking beer with Doc Shull. Usually it was the life of Riley, but somehow it wasn't enough in this us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair, waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across the palmetto flats. He was always there, day or night, until his mother came home from work and rolled him inside. It wasn't right or natural for a kid to wait like that for anything and it worried me. I even offered once to buy the kid another mutt but Ethel Pond told me quick to mind my own business. Doc explained that the kid didn't want another mutt because he had what Doc called a psychological block. "Charlie was more than just a dog to him," Doc said. "He was a sort of symbol because he offered the kid two things that no one else in the world could—security and independence. With Charlie keeping him run and play because he had Charlie to play with. If he took another dog now he'd be giving up more than Charlie. He'd be giving up everything that Charlie had meant to him, then there wouldn't be any point in living." I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd have been with a platoon of Marines. And Charlie, being a one-man dog, had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a natural. At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be you'd call intimate. Joey would laugh at some of the droll things Doc That routine started every morning when old man Cloehessey, the postman, pedaled his bicycle out from Twin Palms to leave a handful of mail for the trailer-court tenants. Cloehessey would always make it a Then he'd say, "Not today, Joey," or, "Thought so yesterday, but this that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark you never knew what made it. Nobody ever knew that but Joey and Ethel I knew what he meant and wished I didn't. Ethel had finally told the kid that Charlie wasn't coming back, not ever. That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening he'd given up waiting for Charlie. And the quiet way the kid spoke of Not that you could blame him for going off his head. It was tough enough to be pinned to a wheelchair without being able to wiggle so much as a toe. But to lose his dog in the bargain.... he'd lost his mind. "Books for Joey," Doc said. "Ethel and I agreed this morning that the boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't Charlie up on the highway and taken him away. It was a good enough story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from Michigan. "We've got to give the boy another interest," Doc said, putting away the books and puncturing another beer can. "Joey has a remarkable of drumming up one for Joey," Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it "Look," I said. "I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—" really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do and had a little dark companion that was more solid than lead but didn't give off enough light to be seen with the naked eye. This little companion—astronomers called it the "Pup" because Sirius was the Dog Star—hadn't moved, which puzzled the astronomers no end. I suggested to Doc, only half joking, that maybe the Pup had stayed put because it wasn't bright enough to suit Joey's taste, but Doc called "Don't joke about Joey," he said sternly. "Getting back to to reach us. That means it started moving when Joey was only eighteen I pointed out. "I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who "I can't make head or tail of it, Joey," I said. "What're you making encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. "Joey's heard everybody because he's upset about Charlie. The thing to do is give him a logical explanation instead of letting him think his fantasy is a fact." mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got Doc had given him to study. The thing that stopped me was that Joey mention the stars. But Joey spoke first. ought to be easy to move my own feet," Joey said. "And he's right, And he wiggled the toes on both feet. It's a pity things don't happen in life like they do in books, because a first-class story could be made out of Joey Pond's knack for moving things by looking at them. In a book Joey might have saved the world didn't really turn out either way. It ended in what Doc Shull called finished because Joey Pond lost interest in it when he learned to walk School opened up a whole new world to Joey and he fitted himself into

<question>:
Joey's story was

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A in the end, not that big of a deal.
B so sad that people generally stayed away from him because he made them feel so uncomfortable.
C astounding.  Doc and others like him studied Joey's case for years to come
D just another story about a boy and his dog.

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A