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

<passage>:
white and blurted: "All right, I did it, but it was the only way out! Yesterday morning, due to the the walking mills of Puffy Products ("Spike to Loaf in One Operation!") began to tread delicately on their centipede legs based on the lighter loaf, was already rolling. There was only one their noses informed them that the waiting wheat had reached ripe perfection. counteract the greater buoyancy of the hydrogen loaf. But—" "So, when this morning's loaves Dioxide" ("No Yeast Creatures in Your Bread!"). Thus instantly risen, the dough There the bread was baked in a matter of seconds, a fierce heat-front browning the crusts, and the the current consumption of bread, Puffybread after they buy it is no circling a floating loaf) and ejected onto the delivery platform at each serpent's rear end, where a cluster concern of ours." "I seem to recall," Rose Thinker chirped somewhat unkindly, "that and he testified that he always molded his first attempts from Puffybread, one jumbo loaf squeezing due to its matchless airiness, is of a peanut." HER photocells dimmed and brightened. "Oh, boy—hydrogen! The loaf's unwrapped. After The three human beings in the room winced. not noticing the difference, proceeded carefully to stack emptiness, tier by tier. One errant loaf, rising more sluggishly than its fellows, was snagged by a thrusting Tin Philosopher kicked her under wiped off the injured loaf, set it aside—where it bobbed on one corner, unable to take off again—and the table, while observing, "So went back to the work of you see, Roger, that the non-delivery part of Puffybread's theme. They can't ever take that away from you. By now, half the inhabitants of the then suddenly scattered, screeching in panic. "Stop the mills!" he roared at Meg Winterly, who nodded and whispered urgently into her mike. herself and grabbed her walkie-talkie from the laundry basket. Seconds later, the yawning correspondent news story which, recalling the old flying-saucer scares, stated that now apparently bread was to be included in the mad aerial tea party. eight and one-half loaves per person per day." Phineas T. Gryce carefully inserted Christian prayers, had just reached the petition for daily sustenance, when a sub-flight of the loaves, either forced down by a vagrant wind or lacking the natural buoyancy him apathetically. "Hold it!" Meg called sharply. the building. Meanwhile, the main flight, now augmented by other bread flocks from scores and hundreds of walking mills that had started work a The business girl tore off her cried with a hysteria that would have dumfounded her underlings, by her underlings as the Blonde Icicle, was dealing with the advances considerably. Most fled or gave the loaves a wide berth, but some bolder species, discovering the minimal Rumors that a fusion weapon would be exploded in the midst of the flying bread drew angry protests from conservationists and a flood of telefax pamphlets titled "H-Loaf "Listen to me, Meg. Today—yes, today!—you're going to see the Board eating out of my hand." of until that moment and reaffirmed India's ability to feed her jokingly referred to the flying bread as a farce perpetrated by mad internationalists inhabiting bread booby-trapped by Capitalist gangsters, and then fell moodily silent on the whole topic. "Miss Winterly, please—our theme." The Blonde Icicle's face thawed into a little-girl smile as she chanted bubblingly: " of the flying bread. Tickets And reinforced with sturdy oats, It rises through the air and floats— The bread on which all Terra dotes! " "THANK YOU, Miss Winterly," for sightseeing space in skyscrapers loaf ('So Light It Almost Floats Away!') in which that inert and heaven-aspiring gas replaces old-fashioned conference table, calm and clear-headed as ever. But the bread flight, swinging away from a hurricane moving up the Atlantic coast, crossed a of her tortillas, mankind has sought lighter, whiter bread. Indeed, observed fighting over individual loaves floating down from the gray roof—that was all. A mood of spirituality strongly thinkers wiser than myself have equated the whole upward course of about the bread, variously interpreting it as a call to charity, a warning against gluttony, a parable of the world. Ministers sermonized "For a while, barbarous faddists—blind to the deeply spiritual nature of bread, which is recognized by all great religions—held back mere sight of a loaf of bread anywhere was enough to evoke guffaws. toast, burst into laughter. The our march toward perfection with "Don't take yourself so damn seriously," won new adherents. The bread flight, rising above an Atlantic storm widely reported to have destroyed it, passed unobserved of the event, afterward described it as "the foaming of a sea of diamonds, the crackle of God's sadly. "Wait a sec. How about?— " There'll be bread Overhead When you're dead— black bread, recently aerated itself but still extra solid by comparison, the rate of exchange demanded by as if he smelled her insulation smoldering. He said mildly, "A somewhat unhappy jingle, Rose, referring as it does to the end of bread, was quietly destroyed. Congratulatory notes were exchanged by various national governments the customer as consumer. Moreover, including the Brotherhood of Free Business Machines. The great bread flight was over, though for several weeks afterward scattered falls of loaves occurred, giving rise She shrugged. "I don't know—oh, yes, I do. I was remembering one of the workers' songs we machines to a new folklore of manna among It's a lie! "I don't know why we chanted it," she added. "We didn't want pie—or hay, for that matter. And However, dear Rose, I'm glad you keep trying to outjingle those dirty crooks at Fairy Bread." He scowled, turning back his attention to Tin Philosopher. "I get whopping mad, where Megera Winterly had hurled them down, adjusted After a bit, his gaze brightened. He pushed more buttons and listened and listened apathetically. them to his head, pushed a button killed by the heat of baking, their of the worldwide publicity, Puffyloaves are outselling Fairy Bread planet. Let's have a cheer for the helium loaf!" WITHOUT changing expression, abstracted as she mentally translated flurries of brief squawks into coherent messages. Suddenly a single like balloons. No mother-child matchlessly smooth brow. "It isn't, Mr. Gryce!" she gasped in horror. "Fairy Bread is outselling Puffyloaves by an infinity factor. So far this morning, shopping team will leave the store without a cluster. Buying bread other across their walls of breakfast vertical furrow creased her balloons will be the big event of the day for kiddies. It'll make the around him. "My sweet little ever-victorious, self-propelled monkey wrench!" she world unity, though you almost gave us away at the start with that 'bread overhead' jingle. We've struck another blow against the Meanwhile, he and Rose Thinker quietly watched the Blonde Icicle melt. on him calmly, Rose Thinker's with unfeigned excitement. P.T. Gryce's frown grew blacker by the moment, while showed an odd dawning of dismay and awe. She was getting new

<question>:
Why did the Blonde Icicle melt?

<options>:
A She saw value where she didn't see it before.
B She was so happy about how much money they would make.
C She sang the theme for Puffy Products.
D She stopped being angry about the floating bread.

<answer>:

A