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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surprised. "Man has been riding them for centuries." Dameri Tass shook his head. The others drew back, out of range of the expected blast, and watched, each with his own Tim Casey loosened his .38 in its holster and said, "Sure, and I'm A circular door slid open at that point and Dameri Tass stepped out, yawning. He spotted them, smiled and said, "Glork." They gaped at him. "Glork is right," Dermott swallowed. Tim Casey closed his mouth with an effort. "Do you mind the color of his face?" he blurted. "How could I help it?" Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed pink hand down his purplish countenance Casey shot stares at each other. "'Tis double talk he's after givin' us," Casey said. Dameri Tass frowned. "Harama?" he asked. Larry Dermott pushed his cap to the back of his head. "That doesn't sound like any language I've even heard about." Dameri Tass grimaced, turned emerge in half a minute with his hands full of contraption. He held his desire was obvious. Trained to grasp a situation and immediately respond in manner best suited to protect the welfare of the people of New York State, Dermott cleared his throat and said, "Tim, take over while I report." "Hey!" Casey protested, but his fellow minion had left. "Mandaia," Dameri Tass told impatiently. "Bejasus," Casey snorted, "ye can't—" Dermott called from the car, "Tim, the captain says to humor this guy. We're to keep him here until the officials arrive." Tim Casey closed his eyes and groaned. "Humor him, he's after sayin'. Orders it is." He shouted back, "Sure, an' did ye tell 'em he's way. We're to do everything possible short of violence to keep this character here. Humor him, Tim!" snapped, pushing the cap into Casey's reluctant hands. Muttering his protests, Casey lifted it gingerly and placed it on his head. Not feeling any immediate flicked a switch on the little box. It hummed gently. Tim Casey suddenly shrieked and sat down on the stubble and grass of the field. "Begorra," he yelped, "I've been murthered!" He tore the cap from his head. His companion came running, "What's the matter, Tim?" he shouted. Dameri Tass removed the metal him not at all." "You can talk!" Dermott blurted, skidding to a stop. Dameri Tass shrugged. "Faith, an' unbelievingly. "You learned the language just by sticking that Rube Goldberg deal on Tim's head?" he has to pick up the corniest brogue west of Dublin." Tim Casey got to his feet indignantly. "I'm after resentin' that, Larry Dermott. Sure, an' the way we talk in Ireland is—" Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically. blarney." He looked at the horse again, then down at his equipment. "Begorra," "Hey, hold it," Dermott said anxiously. He was beginning to feel like a character in a shaggy dog story. spacecraft as he spoke, and they bugged quite as effectively as had those of the patrolmen when they'd about him?" The general muttered something under his breath. Then, "When the governor arrives, let me know otherwise, nobody gets through!" The general's eyes bugged still further. " He talks! " he accused. "Yes, sir," Dermott said. "He had some kind of a machine. He put it over Tim's head and seconds later he could talk." "Nonsense!" the general snapped. Further discussion was interrupted by the screaming arrival of nervously above the field. "Sure, and it's quite a reception I'm after gettin'," Dameri Tass said. Dameri Tass he disappeared for several days, being held incommunicado while and Congress tried to figure out just what to do with him. Never in the history of the planet had such a furor arisen. Thus far, no newspapermen had been allowed within speaking distance. Administration higher-ups were being subjected to a volcano of editorial heat perhaps even destroy established religious concepts. But they couldn't keep him under wraps indefinitely. It was the United Nations that cracked the iron curtain. Their demands that the alien be heard before their body were too strong and had too much public opinion behind them to be ignored. The White House yielded and the date was set for the visitor to speak before the pilots argued with their co-pilots thousands of feet above. It was the most universally Earth had decided that Dameri he is like?" he asked nervously. President McCord was as upset as the Dane. He shrugged in agitation. "I know almost as little as you do." Sir Alfred Oxford protested, "But my dear chap, you've had him for almost two weeks. Certainly in that The President snapped back, "You probably won't believe this, but he's been asleep until yesterday. When he first arrived he told us he hadn't slept for a decal , whatever that is so we held off our discussion with him until morning. Well—he didn't awaken in the morning, nor the next. Six days later, fearing something was wrong we woke him." "What happened?" Sir Alfred asked. The President showed embarrassment. "He used some rather ripe Irish profanity on us, rolled over, and went back to sleep." Viljalmar Andersen asked, "Well, what happened yesterday?" "We actually haven't had time to question him. Among other things, there's been some controversy about spent the day whistling Mother Machree and playing with his dog, cat and mouse." blurted Sir Alfred. The President was defensive. "He had to have some occupation, and he goes." "I wish we knew what he was going to say," Andersen worried. Surrounded by F.B.I. men, Dameri Tass was ushered to the speaker's stand. He had a kitten in his arms McCord, Sir Alfred and Andersen hastened to reassure him and made him comfortable in a chair. Viljalmar Andersen faced the thousands in the audience and held up his hands, but it was ten minutes before he was able to quiet the cheering, stamping delegates from all Earth. He turned and gestured to Dameri in view of some dog and cat hostilities that had been developing about his feet. faded to a light blue. He stood and said hoarsely. "Faith, an' what was that last you said?" Viljalmar Andersen repeated, Sir Alfred was on his feet. "I don't understand! Do you mean you Dameri Tass held his head in his hands and groaned. "An envoy, he's sayin', and meself only a second-rate who had accompanied the alien to the assemblage. A dull roar was beginning to emanate from the thousands gathered in the tremendous hall, murmuring, felt that he must say something. He extended are here," he said urgently, "even though by mistake, before you go can't you give us some brief word? Our world is in chaos. Many of us have lost faith. Perhaps ..." Dameri Tass shook off the restraining hand. "Do I look daft? Begorry, I should have been a-knowin' something was queer. All He hustled from the rostrum and made his way, still surrounded by guards, to the door by which he had hurried toward his craft, still muttering. He'd been accompanied by a general and by the President, but all the way he had refrained from speaking. He scurried from the car and toward the spacecraft. forgotten," he said. "If I'd taken a crature from this quarantined planet, my name'd be Just before entering, he spotted the bedraggled horse that had

<question>:
What happened to Dameri while he was in custody of the government?

<options>:
A He picked up an accent from the guards
B He slept almost the entire time
C He learned horses were creatures that could be ridden
D He was too shy to speak

<answer>:

B