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 dancers at the center of the circle finally bowed out with small garlands of flowers on their heads that signified their reaching By FRANK M. ROBINSON Illustrated by EMSH They were all excellent, Eckert thought. If anything, they were too good. The bowl of pelache Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Nothing could have seemed pleasanter than that peaceful planet. Then why was a non-suicidal man driven to suicide there? Yet it made sense. his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes making a simple pattern drifting past the glass. Eckert had fiddled with the controls and changed it to sunshine, then to a weird mixture of hail amid the brassy, golden sunlight. hard-working. How long would it be before memories faded and all there was left such honors. But try getting a picture of him by reading the records, resurrect him from a page of black print. Would he be human? Would he be flesh and blood? Hell, no! In the statistics Pendleton was the All-Around Boy, the cold marble statue with the finely chiseled muscles and the smooth, blank sockets where the eyes should be. Maybe someday fate would play a trick on a hero-worshiping public and there would There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The captain had tried Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment. Their information on Tunpesh was limited. They knew that it had no anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish "How come our anthropologist on Tunpesh didn't come across with more committed suicide not long after landing." The room was a whirling pool of blackness into which his mind was Why do people commit suicide? "It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable breath. "It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be alive." Warm breezes rustled through Eckert's graying hair and tugged gently perfumed with the balsamy scent of something very much like pine. A few hundred yards away, a forest towered straight and slim and coolly inviting, and brilliantly colored birds whirled and fluttered in the foliage. The rocketport, where they were standing surrounded by their luggage, with little blast-ignited flames dying out around the edges. It won't be long before it will be green again , he thought. The grass looked up. He stood there for a moment, drinking in the fresh air and feeling the at that, away from the din and the hustle and confusion, spending the time in a place where the sun was warm and inviting. , he thought, thinking about the warmth and comfort. Like old dogs and octogenarians. Eckert nodded agreement. "It wouldn't fit, would it? It would be like a famous singer suddenly doing a jazz number in an opera, or having the princess in a fairy tale turn out to be ugly." He gestured toward the village. "You could hardly class that as dangerous from its outward appearance, could you?" damage with a knife as a man could, for instance. And they might have other weapons. But the idea still didn't go with the warm sun and the blue sky and the piny scent of the trees. "You are menshars from Earth?" The voice was husky and pleasant and and made a few mental notes. He wasn't bowing and scraping like most Terrestrial sign of greeting. "You may call me natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin. wide expanse of the countryside. There wasn't, so far as he could see, much manufacturing above the level of handicrafts and simple weaving. Colored patches on far hillsides indicated the presence of farms, and warm afternoon sun and worked industriously at potter's wheels and weaver's looms. The other part of the square was given over to the numerous stalls were loaded with dried fruits and vegetables and the cleaned and plucked carcasses of the local variety of fowl. the boxes and displayed the usual trade goods—brightly colored cloth and finely worked jewelry and a few mechanical contrivances that Eckert knew usually appealed to the primitive imagination. impressed. "I am grateful," he said finally, "but there is nothing I want." He turned and walked away into the gathering darkness. "The incorruptible native." Templin laughed sarcastically. He didn't say he didn't want what we showed him. He said there was nothing that he wanted. Implying that everything he wanted, he already had." The words came out slowly. "The people are too casual, as though they're playing a rehearsed part. Here we are, from an entirely wood slat blinds, carrying the fragrance of the trees and the grass, and he inhaled deeply and let his thoughts wander for a moment. It was going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people day, he thought suddenly, he would have to remember Tunpesh. It would psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own feelings and emotions would almost exactly be duplicated in Templin's. A few stray wisps of starlight pierced through the blinds and sparkled for an instant on a small metal box strapped to Templin's waist. A knowledge they associate the growth of crops with fertilizer and nitrogen in the soil as well as sunlight, rather than the blessings of some native god. And they differ a lot in other respects. Their art and their music are advanced. Free art exists along with purely decorative art, and their techniques are finely developed." "I'm glad you agree, then. Take a look at this." Templin threw a shiny apparently the natives don't get sick here. But occasionally there are sunlight on the wooden floor. It was bad enough drawing an assignment in a totally foreign culture, even if the natives were humanoid. It among the Tunpeshans, and he'd have to watch Templin to see that he "The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along scenery. A hundred feet down the road, a native woman was going to market, leading a species of food animal by the halter. "They grow their women nice, don't they?" "Physically perfect, like the men," Templin grumbled. "You could get an inferiority complex just from watching the people here. Everybody's so damn perfect. Nobody's sick, nobody's unhealthy, nobody is too fat or too thin, nobody's unhappy. The only variation is that they don't all look alike. Perfection. It gets boring after a while." Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find out that we know it is?" Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked to the window. "I suppose you're right," he said at last. "It's nice " " Sharra! and the broiled halunch and numerous dabs from the side dishes of steaming vegetables. Between every course, they passed around a small flagon of the hot, spiced native wine, but he noticed that nobody drank to excess. The old Greek ideal , he thought: moderation in everything. He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and "You look thoughtful, menshar Eckert." He wiped his mouth on a broad, flat leaf that had been provided and took another sip of the wine. "We were shocked to find out that dance. The sound of the fife softened and died and the slow monotonous beat of to dwindle and the center of the circle became filled with the motions of shadows intermixed with the swift, sure movements of glistening the Tunpeshan version of the menshar Pendleton did. It is ..." and he used a native word that Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to " obscene ."

<question>:
What word doesn't describe the natives from Tunpesh?

<options>:
A generous
B secretive
C skeptical
D beautiful

<answer>:

C