Given the question: A cactus stood all alone in the desert, wondering why it was stuck in the middle of nowhere."I do nothing but stand here all day," it sighed."What use am I? I'm the ugliest plant in the desert.My spines are thick and prickly , my leaves are rubbery and tough, I can't offer shade or juicy fruit to any passing traveler.I don't see that I'm any use at all." All it did was stand in the sun day after day, growing taller and fatter.Its spines grew longer and its leaves tougher...It truly was strange-looking. "I wish I could do something useful," it sighed.By day, hawks circled high overhead."What can I do with my life?" the cactus called.Whether they heard or not, the hawks sailed away.At night, the moon floated into the sky and cast its pale glow on the desert floor."What good can 1 do with my life?" the cactus Called: The moon only stared coldly as it goes on its way.A lizard crawled by, leaving a little trail in the sand with its tail."What worthy thing can I do?" the cactus called."You?" the lizard laughed, pausing a moment."Worthy deed? Why, you can't do anything! The hawks circle ways overhead, tracing delicate patterns for us all to admire.The moon hangs high like a lantern at night, so we can see our way home.Even I, the lowly lizard can decorate the sands with these beautiful brush-drawings as I pull my tail along.But you do nothing but get uglier every day." And so it went on year after year.At last the cactus grew old, and it knew its time was short."Oh, God" it cried out, "I've wondered so long, and I've tried so hard.Forgive me if I've failed to find something worthy to do." But just then the cactus felt a strange stirring and unfolding.At its very tip, like a sudden crown, a glorious flower suddenly opened in bloom. Never had the desert known such a blossom.Its fragrance perfumed the air far and wide and brought happiness to all passing by. The butterflies paused to admire its beauty, and even the moon smiled when it rose to find such a treasure.The cactus heard a voice."You have waited long,"... Whose attitude to the cactus is the worst? A) The hawks'. B) The moon's. C) The lizard's. D) The butterflies'.
The answer is:
C