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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He looked at the planet a long time and murmured, "Venus. Pohtah." That next week, I transported all of the volplas out to the oak woods. There were a hundred and seven men, women and children. With no design 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 bound. 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 nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her volplas only a few more weeks to learn their means of survival and 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. "Well, Dad-dee, I can't!" "What?" "You can't turn this old key tightly enough." Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could 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 "Daddy?" "Yes?" ?" she is beautiful." 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 withdrew the intravenous needles from my first volplas. I carried their 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 month. It would be several hours before they would begin to move, to 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. These were no monsters blasted by the dosage of radiation into crippled structures. They were lovely, perfect little creatures. "Lunch, dear." "But you love me just the same." the ketchup and said, "I've reached the dangerous age." "Oh, good heavens!" the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun." said, "But you're the only one I'm dangerous about." boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture. 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!" pool. The cool sound of the dive sent the girl scurrying for her suit. "Is that any reason for wearing clothes? Look at him. He's a young sooner than already." "This place is going to hell," I complained. "The old man isn't allowed "Say, what goes with you? You've been grinning like a happy ape ever since you came out of the lab." "I told you—" "Oh, not that again! You were dangerous at any age." I'm going to have a new kind of fun." grimness on her lips. "It's a joke," I assured her. "I'm going to play a tremendous joke on the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way, but I've always...." She twisted my ear and narrowed her eyes even more. "Like?" "Well, when my old man was pumping his first fortune out of some oil you have prepared for them." She let go of my ear. "Is that the kind of fun you're going to have?" "Yep." eccentric ?" I grinned. "Forgive me if I eat and run, dear. Something in the lab can't wait." years, a long shift from the garbage-dump rats I had started with. But my first volplas were shockingly humanoid. They were also much faster than had been their predecessors in 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 of serial mutations effecting those greatly elongated fifth fingers the elbow. Powerful wrist muscles could snap it outward and forward. Suddenly, as I teased the male volpla, this happened. decidedly amorous. portended was brought home to me with a shock. Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate." wonderful. Success on success!" dreamed. I would invent a euphonious set of words to match the Basic white men enter these hills. When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers would laugh. and ask, "Where have these aliens come from?" The government would reluctantly admit the facts. Linguists would observe at close quarters and learn the simple volpla language. Then would come the legends. think, are the funniest. "What? Sure. Certainly." "What broadcast?" "Rocket?" contact today. Thinks he's Zeus." Some joker from Cal Tech was explaining diagrams of a multi-stage to check on." himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the close and, five minutes later, the ship would fire itself. ?" 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 map behind him. "From this position, the telemeter known as Rocket Charlie will be broadcasting scientific data for several months. But now, ladies and I heard my boy whisper, "Uncle Guy, this is the biggest!" it's always been pictured. A mechanical voice cut in. once. I used the metabolic accelerator to cut the volplas' gestation down to I had luck right off. Quite by accident, the majority of the early infants were females, which sped things up considerably. By the next spring, I had a colony of over a hundred volplas and I shut down the accelerator. From now on, they could have babies in their own way. My wife and the kids went down to Santa Barbara for a week and I took the opportunity to slip the oldest of the males and his two females out of the lab. I put them in the jeep beside me and drove to a secluded little valley 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 I laughed out loud with anticipation. Wait till the first pair of these Chronicle motored out into the hills to witness this! Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a tiny stream through there and at one point it formed a sizable pool. They got into this and splashed their long arms about and they scrubbed I watched them affectionately and wondered about the advisability of leaving them out here. Well, it had to be done sometime. Nothing I could tell them about surviving would help them as much as a little "Chances are they won't stay long. Keep your eye on the tree in case He ran to a nearby oak and clambered aloft. Presently he launched gleeful and greasily amorous during the meal. his wonder. "You say we came from there?" "That's right." "Which star?" language, Pohtah."

<question>:
What does the narrator consider an imminent fun game?

<options>:
A Scattering young black-snakes inside people's homes.
B Teaching nonhumans a new language.
C Watching people walk into a trap.
D Releasing mutants into the world.

<answer>:

D