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

<passage>:
for Purnie's game—but his new Purnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run whirlpools. He glanced furtively from side to side, pretending that His eyes took quick inventory. It was exactly as he knew it would be: With everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie 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 care not to brush against it or disturb its interrupted task. When Purnie had stopped time, the bees—like all the other creatures he off, his pulse quickened in anticipation. Rather than spoil what was clearly going to be a perfect day, he chose to ignore the fact that he far from home. He chose to ignore the oft-repeated statement that an hour of time-stopping consumed more energy than a week of foot-racing. 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 out as a weak squeak. The ocean lay at the ready, its stilled waves awaiting his command to resume their tidal sweep. The breakers along the shoreline hung in varying stages of disarray, some having already exploded into towering white spray while others were poised in smooth orange curls waiting to start that action. frozen in a steep glide, preparatory to a beach landing. Purnie had heard of these playful creatures many times. Today, with his brothers 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 of munching seaweed. "Hi there!" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped, The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. It stopped munching long repast. Purnie ran from pillar to post, trying to see and do everything at "Hi there, wanna play?" Purnie's invitation got nothing more than The animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in ocean with a three-legged ostrich!" 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." "Damn it all, will you stop referring to this as a real-estate deal? What I'm doing is big, man. Big! This is pioneering." 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. He was overjoyed at the reaction. They all started making wonderful to me. How about it, Benson—does pioneering pay off or doesn't it?" "Not so fast. Since this little fellow is radioactive, there may be great danger to the crew—" "Now look here! You had planned to put 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. intention of running away." "Better not, Cabot. Even though you're shielded, no telling what 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 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. again, he involuntarily stopped time. He knew better than to use this power carelessly, but his action now was reflex. In that split second following the sharp sting in his leg, his mind had grasped in all directions to find an acceptable course of action. Finding none, it had transverse waves back to one of the two-legged animals. Purnie dragged to not look them in the eye, for he felt sure he had done something wrong. Then he thought that by sneaking a glance at them as he passed, he might see a sign pointing to their purpose. He limped by one who had hissing sound whenever Purnie was near. These things told him nothing. explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had three legs drawn up into a squatting position. didn't dare use time-stopping to get himself home in nothing flat. His fatigued body and clouded mind were strong signals that he had already When Purnie started time again, the animal with the noose stood in spot where Purnie had been standing. 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 about. The lapping tide threatened to cover those in the orange surf. 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 tugged the animal up to the sand. Through blinding tears, Purnie worked slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the him. He instinctively knew that if he lost his senses during a period of time-stopping, events would pick up where they had left off ... without him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness, first slowly then full ahead. Time either progressed or it didn't. He had to take one viewpoint or the other. 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! laughing. I can't tell which." he'll either kill himself or one Purnie opened his eyes as consciousness returned. Had his friends gone? "But didn't you notice our little pop-eyed friend?" "Oh, him. I'm afraid not, Captain. I—I guess I was thinking mostly of myself." "Well, I guess as long as we were trapped, he figured we couldn't do him any more harm.... I'm sorry, that was a stupid answer. I guess I'm As Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through had become familiar. "Where are you?" 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. "We've made a terrible mistake. We—" The sounds faded in and out on 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>:
Of the following options, what traits best describe Purnie?

<options>:
A Kind and Naive
B Resourceful and prepared
C Careful and brave
D Cautious and dilligent

<answer>:

A