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

<passage>:
The only kind of gag worth pulling, I always maintained, was a cosmic one—till I learned the Cosmos has a really nasty sense of humor! There were three of them. Dozens of limp little mutants that would have sent an academic zoologist into hysterics lay there in the metabolic accelerator. But there were three of about four square miles of the ranch. They had found a new delicacy, The afternoon my family returned home, I had a crew of workmen out tearing down the animal rooms and lab building. The caretakers had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted develop an embryonic culture of their own. Then they could leave my "Daddy, I've tried and tried and I just can't turn this old key tight ranch and the fun would be on. "I've finished my work and we no longer need the buildings. I'm going "What?" "You can't turn this old key tightly enough." to write a paper about my results." My son asked, "What happened to the animals?" "Turned them over to the university for further study," I lied. "That's what I Twenty-four hours later, there wasn't a sign of animal experimentation "Well," he said to her, "you can't say our pop isn't a man of decision." meant it. But you really ought to. It would be your first." create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No, twelve. I glanced across the animal room to where old Nijinsky thrust his graying head from a cage. I had called them volplas since the day old Nijinsky's elongated arms and his cousin's lateral skin folds had given me the idea of a flying mutant. When Nijinsky saw me looking at him, he started a little tarantella about his cage. I smiled with nostalgia when the fifth fingers of his ?" She skated awkwardly between the rows of cages from which mutants with brown fur and blue fur, too much and too little fur, enormously long and ridiculously short arms, stared at her with simian, canine or Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and limp little forms out to a mattress in the lab, two girls and a boy. The accelerator had forced them almost to adulthood in less than a learn to feed and play, perhaps to learn to fly. Meanwhile, it was clear that here was no war of dominant mutations. Modulating alleles had smoothed the freakish into a beautiful pattern. "Lunch, dear." "Come on, you old hermit. I have a buffet on the terrace." "Our daughter says I'm eccentric. Wonder how the devil she found out." "But you love me just the same." the ketchup and said, "I've reached the dangerous age." I opened a bottle of beer and guzzled from it, blew out my breath and the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun." "Thanks. Yours deserve the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, too." Our son reared the new palomino I had just bought him for his I thought, "By God, wouldn't he have a fit if he knew what I have back there in that lab! Wouldn't they all!" as though a little water might help," she agreed, sitting "Oh, . Why?" pool. The cool sound of the dive sent the girl scurrying for her suit. I looked at my wife. "What's the idea?" "Is that any reason for wearing clothes? Look at him. He's a young "Well, if you feel that way about it, they'll both have to start "This place is going to hell," I complained. "The old man isn't allowed smacked her cheek. "But the food and the old woman are still the best." "Say, what goes with you? You've been grinning like a happy ape ever since you came out of the lab." "Oh, not that again! You were dangerous at any age." I'm going to have a new kind of fun." the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way, but I've always...." "Well, when my old man was pumping his first fortune out of some oil to stand around quietly and watch people encounter the surprise that She let go of my ear. "Is that the kind of fun you're going to have?" eccentric ?" I grinned. "Forgive me if I eat and run, dear. Something in the lab can't wait." The fact was that I had something more in the lab than I had bargained for. I had aimed only at a gliding mammal a little more efficient than mutating colony, there had been a decidedly simian appearance in recent years, a long shift from the garbage-dump rats I had started with. But organizing their nervous activity after the slumbrous explosion of his arms out and tried to tease the spars open. They were not new. The spars had been common to the basic colony for years and were the result that had first appeared in Nijinsky. No longer jointed like a finger, Suddenly, as I teased the male volpla, this happened. The male watched me, grinning. Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate." I danced a little jig the way old Nijinsky might do it. "Oh, great! Oh, wonderful! Good old Guy! Everybody's a success. It's great. It's wonderful. Success on success!" just settle for a worldly martini?" dreamed. I would invent a euphonious set of words to match the Basic Then someone authoritative would find a colony and observe them. He Volpla wisdom would become a cult—and of all forms of comedy, cults, I think, are the funniest. "What? Sure. Certainly." "No," I answered. "Should I?" "What broadcast?" the kids had fruit juice and we watched the broadcast Guy had tuned in. After a bit, I got up and said, "I have something out in the lab I want to check on." The scene had changed to a desert launching site. There was old Guy himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the a sort of little sigh. We watched the hatch slowly close. ?" On the screen, Guy's big dead-earnest face was explaining more about the project and suddenly I realized that this was an instrument-bearing be something! I began to feel a little Abruptly the camera made a giddy swing, focused a moment, and we were the opportunity to slip the oldest of the males and his two females out playful curiosity about the world had been abandoned momentarily and he so that I could not get near. Suddenly he laughed with a shrill little whoop. After that, it was a carnival. turning and spiraling to a gentle halt. I laughed out loud with anticipation. Wait till the first pair of these Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a stretched to dry. I watched them affectionately and wondered about the advisability of "We can learn again. We want to stay here." His little face was so He looked around slowly at the breeze playing in the branches and "Chances are they won't stay long. Keep your eye on the tree in case found a stick. "Can you do this?" threw it better than I had expected. little. He veered giddily in the new direction and again dropped like a It was a hero's welcome. He had to walk back, of course—he had no They were raptly curious about the bird. They poked at it, marveled at this?" gleeful and greasily amorous during the meal. "We like it here. We will stay. Tomorrow you bring more of us?" "Yes. I will bring many more of you, if you promise to keep them all his wonder. "You say we came from there?" "I can't remember any old ones. You tell me." "That's right."

<question>:
What is the "new kind of fun" that the narrator wants to have now that his first experiment worked?

<options>:
A He wants to pursue his maid, since she doesn't seem interested in him
B He is going to sit back and watch a chaotic plan come into place
C He is going to spend more time outdoors with his kids, exploring the area
D He is going to continue developing various types of mutant animals

<answer>:

B