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

<passage>:
Castaways of Eros By NELSON S. BOND Two families fought for the title to Eros, and only one could win. One had to outsmart the other—and both had to win over the "Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here." lazily to the sea. Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of course—but that was not to be expected. There was one small, furry beast about the size of a rabbit, only its color was vivid leaf-green. And of course there were insects— "There would have to be insects," Pop said. "There could be no fruitful vegetable life without insects. Plants need bees and crawling ants—or cabins, then finer homes, and buildings, and mansions, until at last his stomach was aswarm with a host of butterflies. was something. Moira and Eleanor and Mom to lie down in acceleration me. I'll warrant these men are starving. I am!" the ship. And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros. Pop said, "You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work in rehabilitating the drives at 19.04.22 precisely and make such minor course alterations as are necessary, set brakes." Pop smiled happily. "We're very fortunate, son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near Earth." "Don't I know it? It's almost a hundred million at perihelion. But that's not the lucky part. You sure had to pull strings to get the government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ... vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter. Frankly, I don't get it! Eros must have terrific mass to have the attributes of a full-sized planet." "It does, Richard. A neutronium core." "Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps not today. First we must establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work, plenty of hard work. After that, we might be able to consider a mining operation. What's that?" intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the observation port. "Eros!" he said. It looked all right to Bobby. A nice, clean little sphere, spinning lazily before their eyes like a top someone had set in motion, then giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and mountains cut long, jagged shadows into sheltered plains beneath them. It was, thought Bobby, not a bad looking little place. But not anything expected, planned for, guarded against. The planetoid was there beneath Earth-Venus-Mars run. But all those planets were large Eros was just a mote. A spinning top.... Anyway, it was after the final coordinates had been plotted, the last bank control unchangeably set, the rockets cut, that they saw the curved knife-edge of black slicing up over Eros' rim. For a long moment Dick stared at it, a look of angry chagrin in his eyes. "Well, blast me for an Earth-lubbing idiot! Do you see that, Pop?" That was sheer optimism. As they neared the planet its gravitational the control banks like frightened moths. There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted, strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's. Dick cut off the gravs, then the hypos. As the last machine-created That's right. There's room for you and The Pooch—" They had time—or took time—to gather together a few precious belongings. Eleanor packed a carrier with baby food for The Pooch, looked upon this land which was their new home—and found it good. The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not. "Eros rotates on its axis," he explained, "in about ten hours, forty minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and 'nights' of five hours somewhat, you understand, with the change of seasons." Dick asked, "Isn't that a remarkably slow rotation? For such a tiny planet, I mean? After all, Eros is only one hundred and eighty odd miles in circumference—" "Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It approaches Earth nearer than any other celestial body, excepting Luna and an occasional meteor or comet. When first discovered by Witt, in 1898, the world of science marveled at finding a true planetoid with such an uncommon orbit. At perihelion it comes far within the orbit of Mars at aphelion it is far outside. "During its near approach in 1900-01, Eros was seen to vary in brightness at intervals of five hours and fifteen or twenty minutes. At that time, a few of the more imaginative astronomers offered the After 1931, though, the planetoid fled from Earth. It was not until 1975, the period of its next approach, that the Ronaldson-Chenwith expedition visited it and determined the old presumption to be correct." "We're not the first men to visit Eros, then?" "Not at all. It was investigated early in the days of spaceflight. Two research foundations, the Royal Cosmographic Society and the that all asteroids should be settled under land-grant law. "That is why," concluded Pop, "we are here now. As long as I can remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros is a wealthy little planet the man who earns it wins a rich prize. it's fine and warm, just as the report said. Moira, while Mom and Eleanor are fixing breakfast, suppose you lay out our blankets and spare clothing to dry? Grampaw, get a fire going. Pop and Bobby and I will get some wood." Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in their new Eden. III no napkins, which suited him fine. "It warn't," he said, "a bad meal. But it warn't a fust-class un, neither. Them synthos an' concentrates ain't got no more flavor than—" Bobby agreed with him. Syntho ham wasn't too bad. It had a nice, meaty taste. And syntho coffee tasted pretty much like the real thing. But those syntho eggs tasted like nothing under the sun except just plain, awful syntho eggs. Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're settled though. Some tools, guns, wire—stuff like that." "How about the hypatomic?" "Let him eat, Rob," said Mom. "He's hungry." permanent habitation. So far we've been very lucky. We've had no storms. But for a permanent camp-site, we must select a spot further inland. A fertile place, where we can start crops. A place with fresh, running water, natural shelter against cold and wind and rain—" either side. There, I think, we should build." Dick nodded. "Fish from the sea, vegetables from our own farm—is there any game, Pop?" "That I don't know. We haven't seen any. Yet."

<question>:
Given the description of the natural setting of Eros, will it be likely that the family can survive with the available resources on the planetoid?

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A Yes, it appears Eros has the same resources and species of animals on Earth to survive off of.
B No, Eros is too underdeveloped for a family to survive on.
C No, Eros is not identical to Earth, and neither are its resources.
D Yes, Eros has usable food sources, for example, but not exactly like what appears on Earth.

<answer>:

D