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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for Purnie's game—but his new friends played very rough! Purnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run of brothers and parents, there was nothing now to stop him from going whirlpools. He glanced furtively from side to side, pretending that the thin-winged bees that hovered over the abundant foliage. "Stop!" He shrieked this command upward toward the dense, low-hanging purple clouds that perennially raced across the treetops, making one wonder how tall the trees really were. and the heavy purple fluid overhead held fast in its manufacture of whorls and nimbi. With everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie the wonders of the beach country. The stories he had heard from his brothers and their friends had taunted him for as long as he could remember. So many times had he heard these thrilling tales that now, as he ran along, he could clearly picture the wonderland as though he three-legged tripons who never stopped munching on seaweed, and many his fifth birthday? He ran along feeling sorry for four-year-olds, and even for those who were only four and a half, for they were babies and wouldn't dare try slipping away to the ocean alone. But five! "I'll set you free, Mr. Bee—just wait and see!" As he passed one of Purnie had stopped time, the bees—like all the other creatures he He chose to ignore the negative maxim that "small children who stop time without an adult being present, may not live to regret it." He chose, instead, to picture the beaming praise of family and friends when they learned of his brave journey. exploded into towering white spray while others were poised in smooth orange curls waiting to start that action. And there were new friends everywhere! Overhead, a flock of spora were frozen in a steep glide, preparatory to a beach landing. Purnie had heard of these playful creatures many times. Today, with his brothers in school, he would have the pets all to himself. Further down the beach was a pair of two-legged animals poised in mid-step, facing the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight nothingness upon the sand, he saw standing here and there the comical of munching seaweed. "Hi there!" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that expected time to resume. It did! Immediately he was surrounded by the dew of acid that floated from the spray, and he saw his new friends delicate wings. The brook, the clouds, and the insects had not been interrupted in the least with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped, The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. It stopped munching long Purnie ran from pillar to post, trying to see and do everything at once. He looked around to greet the flock of spora, but they had glided to a spot further along the shore. Then, bouncing up to the first of the two-legged animals, he started to burst forth with his habitual "Hi "Hi there, wanna play?" Purnie's invitation got nothing more than startled glance from the animals who quickly returned to their chatter. tagging along at their heels. "I've got my lunch, want some?" The animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in wild animals or worse, and here we are surrounded by quaint little creatures that run up to us like we're long-lost brothers. Let the men look around a minute or two before we stake out your claim." "Bah! Bunch of damn children." will you get this bug-eyed kangaroo away from me!" Purnie shrieked with When the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along. sentiment if you will." "Don't worry, I won't. I've seen real-estate flags before." When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and as they in turn ignored his presence, he hopped alongside chattering to himself, content to be in their company. Purnie saw one of the animals hovering around him with a little box. Thankful for the attention, he stood on his head. "Can you do this?" He was overjoyed at the reaction. They all started making wonderful noises, and he felt most satisfied. these creatures around here someplace. And to think of those damn fools flocking to me. How about it, Benson—does pioneering pay off or doesn't it?" Purnie was tired. First the time-stopping, then this. While this day happily exhausted, hoping that his friends would show him some of their own tricks. Purnie sat up to watch the show. powers the little fella has. Play it safe and use the rope." "I swear he knows what we're saying. Look at those eyes." "All right, careful now with that line." "Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!" Purnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the He watched the animals huddle around the box on the beach, their and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box. The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion. transverse waves back to one of the two-legged animals. Purnie dragged hissing sound whenever Purnie was near. These things told him nothing. explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had Reaching the top of the bluff, he looked down upon his silent friends When Purnie started time again, the animal with the noose stood in spot where Purnie had been standing. Then another of the animals, the one with the smoking thing in his did you do with him?" fuzzy little devil that we should.... Forbes! I warned you about that gun!" Purnie moved across the top of the rockpile for a last look at his distance to the sand. Purnie fell back onto solid ground, horrified at "I didn't mean it!" Purnie screamed. "I'm sorry! Can't you hear?" He Purnie worked his way down the hill, imploring them to save themselves. The sounds they made carried a new tone, a desperate foreboding of death. Purnie could wait no longer. The tides were all but covering one of the animals, and soon the others would be in the same plight. Disregarding tugged the animal up to the sand. Through blinding tears, Purnie worked a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness, His friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach Purnie as sounds came from the animal. "What's the matter with me? Somebody tell me! Am I nuts? Miles! Schick! "We'll have to get him. Miles, Schick, come along. Forbes! You all "Hah-hah-hah! Seventeen! Benson, I'm holding you personally responsible for this. Hee-hee!" Purnie opened his eyes as consciousness returned. Had his friends gone? three, the weak helping the weaker. As they disappeared around the "I still can't believe it." "He'll never be the same." "But didn't you notice our little pop-eyed friend?" come back to his tormentors—back to us—when we were trapped under As Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend he was beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he returned. Purnie's ears as the creature turned slowly and called in different directions. He watched the animal walk over to the pile of scattered shadow was cast around the animal. With foggy awareness, Purnie watched Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The white square floating on the ocean. Across it, the last thing Purnie

<question>:
What were Purnie's friends like in this story?

<options>:
A Self-interested and ignorant
B Intelligent and caring
C Malicious and blunt
D Sweet and charming

<answer>:

A