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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other ten-year-old, full of curiosity and the devil, with no more power to move things by staring at them than anybody else had. I think he actually forgot about those stars along with other things in, but it wasn't exactly where I'd learned to expect it when I rolled in at night from the fishing boats. Usually it was nearer the west end of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a funny sort of pattern roughed in with a hundred or so stars of all staring upward with such absorbed intensity that he didn't even know I was there until I spoke. "Anything wrong, Joey?" I asked. He said, "No, Roy," without taking his eyes off the sky. For a minute I had the prickly feeling you get when you are watching a I remembered why the kid wasn't watching the palmetto flats. But I couldn't help wondering why he'd turned to watching the sky instead. "What're you looking for up there, Joey?" I asked. Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just staring ahead of him, waiting. "Anything wrong, kid?" I asked. saw Doc asleep in his bunk. Doc sat up and blinked against the light, a thin, elderly little man Sometimes it's hard to tell when Doc is kidding. He's an educated That was like Doc. He hadn't touched her bottle though his insides Doc put the snapper steaks to cook. looking its screwball funniest with our arguments one or the other of 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 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 admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in his belief that Charlie would return. mop his bald scalp, scowling while he pretended to think. Then he'd say, "Not today, Joey," or, "Thought so yesterday, but this fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie." Then he'd pedal away, shaking his head. Later on the handyman would Doc and I looked at each other in the half-dark of our own trailer. 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 and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant he'd given up waiting for Charlie. And the quiet way the kid spoke of moving the stars around worried me more, because it sounded outright crazy. under his arm. Doc was stone sober, which surprised me, and he was hot Diner, that a tourist car with Michigan license plates had picked 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 I thought the kid had cracked up already and said so. stars ?" Doc said when I told him. "Good Lord, Roy—" It was about nine o'clock, when Ethel went home to cook supper. Doc and I knocked off our cribbage game and went outside with our folding chairs to get some air. It was then that the first star moved. It moved all of a sudden, the way any shooting star does, and shot much attention, but Doc nearly choked on his beer. "Not serious, you fool," Doc said. "The star Sirius—the Dog Star, I sat up and took notice then, partly because the star really had partly because anything that excites Doc Shull that much is something We watched the star like two cats at a mouse-hole, but it didn't move neither of us got to sleep right away. "Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead of drumming up one for Joey," Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it had a shaky sound Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. "No, Roy. No two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations." "Look," I said. "I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—" Doc wasn't amused any more. "Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow." more about the stars than I'd learned in a lifetime. Doc, as I've said 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 me down sharp. "Don't joke about Joey," he said sternly. "Getting back to Sirius—it's so far away that its light needs eight and a half years to reach us. That means it started moving when Joey was only eighteen months old. The speed of light is a universal constant, Roy, and astronomers say it can't be changed." "They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too," I pointed out. "I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn stars, Doc, but if he did he could have moved the light along with them, couldn't he?" There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and night before. The pattern they made still didn't look like anything in particular. I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who Doc couldn't hear, then I asked him how things were going. "You'll know when I'm through," he said. I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. "Joey's heard everybody talking about those stars moving, the radio newscasters blared about it, so he's excited too. But he's got a lot more imagination than most Doc was taking all this so hard—because it was upsetting things he'd upset Doc really was, though, till he woke me up at about 4:00 That from Doc was something I'd never expected to hear. It startled me again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got maybe he could move stars, too." Doc sat quiet for a minute. line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those stars?" "Why not?" I came back. "It's as good an answer as any the experts Doc had given him to study. The thing that stopped me was that Joey was staring at his feet as if they were the first ones he'd ever seen, and he had the same look of intense concentration on his face that I'd seen when he was watching the stars. I didn't know what to say to him, thinking maybe I'd better not mention the stars. But Joey spoke first. "Roy," he said, without taking his eyes off his toes, "did you know that Doc is an awfully wise man?" I said I'd always thought so, but why? "Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars," the For a minute I was mad enough to brain Doc Shull if he'd been handy. "Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it 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

<question>:
Why was Doc so surprised by the shooting star?

<options>:
A There were never shooting stars in their area
B He had gotten too drunk that night and the bright light startled him
C It was a permanent star that was not supposed to move
D Joey had predicted the shooting star

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C