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

<passage>:
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from good. The bowl of pelache peaceful planet. Then why was a non-suicidal Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that than to face the dull monotony of the stars for days on end. financial messes or family difficulties. An unhappy love affair. Or more complex ones, if you went into it deeper. The failure to achieve an ambition, failure to live up to one's own ideals. Weltschmerz, perhaps. Only Pendleton wasn't the type. He was the kind who have everything out. Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes with the controls and changed it to sunshine, then to a weird mixture of hail amid the brassy, golden sunlight. And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out. hard-working. How long would it be before memories faded and all there was left he be flesh and blood? Hell, no! In the statistics Pendleton was the they wouldn't be born. Parents would get them by sending in so many box tops. He was drowsy There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had received something less than a thorough survey. And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of 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 trading concessions or armed forces and that nobody from neighboring anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish "How come our anthropologist on Tunpesh didn't come across with more "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 foliage. discharge cargo or make repairs. There was a blackened patch on it now, 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 before the next ship landed. He looked at the slim, dwindling shape that was the rocket, and was suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six months on a foreign and very possibly dangerous planet. And there would be no way of calling for help or of leaving before the six months were up. He stood there for a moment, drinking in the fresh air and feeling the warmth of the sun against his face. It might be a pleasant six months at that, away from the din and the hustle and confusion, spending the time in a place where the sun was warm and inviting. I must be getting old , he thought, thinking about the warmth and comfort. Like old dogs and octogenarians. surface can prove to be quite dangerous underneath." "It's rather hard to think of danger in a setting like this." 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?" the wooded ridges. Small houses of sun-baked, white-washed mud crouched It looked fairly primitive, Eckert thought, and yet it didn't have the earmarks, the characteristics of most primitive villages. It didn't seem cluttered or dirty and you didn't feel like beating a hasty retreat when the wind was blowing toward you. A few adults were watching them curiously and the usual bunch of odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of dangerous." It's because you never suspect kids 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. knees. When he got closer, Eckert became less sure of his age. He had the firm, tanned musculature of a much younger man, though a slightly seamed face and white hair aged him somewhat. Eckert still had the and made a few mental notes. He wasn't bowing and scraping like most wide expanse of the countryside. There wasn't, so far as he could see, white-washed house midway up a hill. impressed. "I am grateful," he said finally, "but there is nothing I nothing "You know, Ray, I got a kick out of the kids. They're a healthy-looking lot, aren't they?" "Too healthy," Templin said. "There didn't seem to be any sick ones or ones with runny noses or cuts or black eyes or bruises. It doesn't seem natural." mud on the way home from school." He felt faintly irritated, annoyed at the way Templin had put it, as if any deviation from an Earth norm was potentially dangerous. "In what way?" The words came out slowly. "The people are too casual, as though different solar system, landed in what must be to them an unusual times before. It should still be a novelty to them. And yet how much 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 "I don't think it's primitive at all. There are too many disparities. Their knowledge of a lot of things is a little more than empirical 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 apparently the natives don't get sick here. But occasionally there are "The obvious. They evidently have as much technology as they want, at least in fields where they have to have it." "How come they haven't gone any further?" "Why should they? You can live without skycars and rocket ships, you know." for two weeks now and they've been very kind to us, seeing that we've had food and water and what fuel we need." "It's known in the livestock trade as being fattened up for the 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 "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 living here, Ted. Maybe I've been fighting it. But I can't help thinking that Don must have liked it here, too." thought, is when to enjoy yourself, when to work and when to worry. " Pelache, menshar? " " customs. A little anthropology—with refreshments. ulami and the broiled halunch that I sabotaged his power pack. "You look thoughtful, menshar certain aura of authority. "So far as I know, 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 which would make it difficult to talk about. That would make it even the Tunpeshan version of the

<question>:
What doesn't Tunpesh seem to have less of than Earth?

<options>:
A weapons
B beautiful people
C illness
D bad weather

<answer>:

B