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

<passage>:
Snaddra had but one choice in its fight "A beggar does not associate with the high priestess of Snaddra." apprehension began to quiver in his second smallest left toe. "This is, in effect, good-by," she continued. "We shall see each other regret, the younger man knew, since he was well aware how Bbulas had adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw. No longer able to control his rage and grief, he turned a triple somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she were not considered backward enough for the kind of planet Snaddra which were, unfortunately, not available to the general populace of fiance—her erstwhile fiance, that was, for the new regime had caused Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, "And I better give you back your grimpatch—" Larhgan handed the glittering bauble to him—"and you give me mine. Since we can't be betrothed any longer, you might want to give yours to some nice beggar girl." "As for me," she sighed, standing soulfully on her head, "I do not even though my heart will be breaking." It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had romantic Terrestrial hearts, sufficiently wretched to charm the most hardened sadist. "Hurry up, Skkiru," Bbulas said. "They mustn't suspect the existence of wrong with our old culture, anyway?" it is only primitive societies that differ sharply, one from the want. Now take up your post on the edge of the field, try to look hungry, and remember this isn't for you or for me, but for Snaddra." "For Snaddra," Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed to indicate—was obscene on Snaddra, owing to the fact that certain essential organs were located in different areas in the Snaddrath than long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering toes, "but I promise you there will never be anyone else for me—and I hope that knowledge will inspire you to complete cooperation with triple silence. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans procession of young Snaddrath dressed in elaborate ceremonial costumes, in case, by some extremely remote chance, the Terrans had acquired a smattering of Snadd somewhere. Since neither party was accustomed to "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. custom-weatherbeaten for him by the planet's best tailor—now a pariah, of course, because Snadd tailors were, naturally, metal-workers—and taking off and landing. The Snaddrath had no means of land transport, having previously found it unnecessary—but now both air-cars and self-levitation were on the prohibited list as being insufficiently primitive. The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter good, either. It gave him a kind of melancholy pleasure to see that the privileged ones were likewise trying to repress shivers. Though their weather had always been so weathery, there were so many other more The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much as the Snaddrath had been before they had adopted primitive garb. In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms, could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to "Oh, they were cannibals?" the other Earthman asked, so respectfully "No, not at all," the other assured him. "They weren't human—another species entirely—so you could hardly call it cannibalism. In fact, it considerations seemed less important to us than self-preservation "I hope these creatures are not man-eaters," Raoul commented, with had always seemed highly improbable, anyway. How could any intelligent life-form possibly stick to the truth all the time? It wasn't human wasn't even humanoid "The natives certainly appear to be human enough," Raoul added, with an appreciative glance at the females, who had been selected for the processional honor with a view to reported Terrestrial tastes. "Some slight differences, of course—but, if two eyes are beautiful, three eyes can be fifty per cent lovelier, and chartreuse has always been my favorite color." constructed and less interested in females than Raoul. of gratitude. Chocolate was found only in the most expensive of the often sickened of it and passed on—which helped to solve the problem of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, segregated from the rest by a chain of their own devising—a poetic thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the Snaddrath depended upon imports. there, clad in beauty, dignity and warm clothes, she bade the newcomers The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable "... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth," she was hearts are large, and what little we have, we offer with humility and with love. We hope that you will enjoy as long and as happy a stay here as you did on Nemeth...." contemplating Larhgan's apparently universal charms to pay much attention to the expression on his companion's face. "... and that you will carry our affection back to all the peoples of the Galaxy." apparently deciding that applause was all that had been intended. the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than like the priesthood, and others prunes, like the beggarship. Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them. to the native hut prepared for them, how ignominious it would be for miserably on the dole just because the world had gone aboveground. The It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had What resources it once possessed had been depleted and—aside from minerals—they had never been very extensive to begin with. All life-forms on the planet were on the point of extinction, save fish and rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a other planets, at fabulous expense, for Snaddra was not on any of individual on Snaddra could afford such schooling, no matter how immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had, of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last, felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the Bbulas Plan had been adopted by a majority vote of the Snaddrath, status of beggar the planet, there was no choice. life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy of the high priestess's hand—which would be entirely in the Terran primitive tradition of romance.

<question>:
What did the people of Snaddra not have?

<options>:
A Antennae
B Three eyes
C Wings
D Two hearts

<answer>:

C