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

<passage>:
"I've decided not to bring my people here." the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The sand-thing was powerful, lonely and strange. No doubt it was a god—but who wasn't? Stinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success "I've changed my mind. You will be welcomed." "Listen to that, will you?" Stinson said angrily. "Just listen! You set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of your hand. Then what do you do? You throw a fit. Yes, a fit! Like an adolescent. Worse." "No!" Stinson shot back. "You've owned this planet for a million Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively. Sybtl said, "Is the Sand God happy?" She shook her head. "No, he is not happy. He is old, old, old. I can feel it. My people say that when one gets too old it is well to die. But Gods never die, do they? I would "Stinson," the Sand God said. "You said I was adolescent. You are Stinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single to drift in the wind—although there was no wind. Stinson backed away. "I don't understand why your development stopped," Stinson said. other living thing. It is a lesson my people never knew. Select any portion of this planet that suits you. Take the web-footed woman for your wife. Have children. I promise never to harm you in any way." "The webfoots?" "You and they shall share the planet." The Sand God disappeared. Sybtl said "Is the Sand God angry again?" "No, he is not angry." "I'm glad. You will leave now?" sand possibly have a nervous system? It was again going through its paces. Triangle, cube, rectangle, sphere. He watched, and when it became a triangle again, he smoothed Should he give up and return to earth? Or was there room here for "My name is Stinson," he said, pointing to himself. "I'm from the Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his "Why?" pool. It was in the language of the web-footed people it was in his own tongue. "No harm must come to this woman. The God with fingers on "I am Stinson, of the planet Earth." "I deserted you?" Stinson cried angrily, "You tried to kill me!" Stinson felt a mental shrug. "It is of no importance. When they arrived rather than reason. It is of no importance." exist, almost as soon as those of the sixth planet peoples. I am most interested in you. You will bring your people, and live here." "I haven't decided. There are these web-footed people, who were hostile until they thought I was a God. They have destructive weapons. Also, I don't understand you. I see you as a cone of sand which keeps changing webfoots use is a toy by comparison. Our scientists found the ultimate nature of physical law. They learned to separate the mind from the Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through God," she said, "to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us." "As for the webfoots," the wind devil, or Sand God, said, "I will destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet." "Destroy them?" Stinson asked, incredulously, "all these people? They entity, once existing, must not be harmed in any way. To do so changes the most basic structure of nature." The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was pleaded. When he looked back, the Sand God was gone. had thoughtfully brought along from the cavern. He took it, and they ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the hiding place behind a large rock they watched, as several web-footed webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter he was no better than How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people, depended on him. Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to him. "And because of me even those in the cavern have disowned you." Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great voice burst forth. "Leave the woman!" it demanded angrily. "The webfoots are nearing your position." "I cannot leave her. She is helpless against them." Stinson shook his head. "Yes," Stinson said, "and your race no longer exists." drove them backward. "Earthman," the great voice said, "go back to your Earth. Take your inconsistencies with you. Do not come here again to infect my planet with your primitive ideas. The webfoots are not as intelligent as you, but they are sane. If you bring your people here, I shall destroy you all." Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on Earth. We can't fight a monster like him. Sybtl touched his arm. "Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak." "He spoke to me." voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet." "Then he will kill you." She touched her fingers on his face. "I am sorry. It was all for me." "Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?" "Now?" "As soon as you are safe. Come." They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was no time, now, to warm cold feet or dwell on the vagaries of Sand Gods. in an audible range. "The Sand God," Sybtl said. "Sometimes he plays among the clouds. He makes it rain in a dry summer, or sometimes warms the whole world for days at a time in winter, so the snow melts and the grass begins least he does this when he plays. Who knows what he will do when he's angry?" "The Sand God isn't doing this," Stinson said. "It's only a storm." Sybtl shook her head and stroked his face with her long, slim fingers. "Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet," she said. "You do not understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the lightning? It is blue. The lightning of a storm that comes by itself is not blue. He is running around the world on feet like the rockets of Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire and throwing shadows and coaxing life out into the open again. Down in the canyon a bird sang, a lonely, cheerful twitter. "The Sand God is tired," Sybtl said. "He is not angry now. I'm glad. Perhaps he will let you stay." "No. Even if he allowed it, I couldn't stay. My people could never live here with a God who is half devil." The cone of sand suddenly appeared. It stood in the canyon, its base of creeping, crawling nether things. The bird's twitter stopped abruptly. "Earthman," the Sand God said, as if he were about to make a statement. Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in one of his fits, but it might be worth it. "Don't go," she said. "Not yet."

<question>:
Which is the best characterization of why Stinson decided he did not want to bring his people to this planet?

<options>:
A He is suspicious of the moodiness of the Sand God
B He doesn't want to bear the weight of being treated like a God
C He does not want to have to confront his feelings for Sybtl
D He is not convinced that the Sand God will let humand and the web-footed people coexist

<answer>:

A