input: Text: THE HUNTERS BY WILLIAM MORRISON ILLUSTRATED BY VAN DONGEN To all who didn't know him, Curt George was a mighty hunter and actor. But this time he was up against others who could really act, and whose business was the hunting of whole worlds. There were thirty or more of the little girls, their ages ranging apparently from nine to eleven, all of them chirping away like a flock of chicks as they followed the old mother hen past the line of cages. "Now, now, girls," called Miss Burton cheerily. "Don't scatter. I can't keep my eye on you if you get too far away from me. You, Hilda, give me that water pistol. No, don't fill it up first at that fountain. And Frances, stop bouncing your ball. You'll lose it through the bars, and a polar bear may get it and not want to give it back." Frances giggled. "Oh, Miss Burton, do you think the polar bear would want to play catch?" The two men who were looking on wore pleased smiles. "Charming," said Manto. "But somewhat unpredictable, despite all our experiences, muy amigo." "No attempts at Spanish, Manto, not here. It calls attention to us. And you are not sure of the grammar anyway. You may find yourself saying things you do not intend." "Sorry, Palit. It wasn't an attempt to show my skill, I assure you. It's that by now I have a tendency to confuse one language with another." "I know. You were never a linguist. But about these interesting creatures—" "I suggest that they could stand investigation. It would be good to know how they think." "Whatever you say, Manto. If you wish, we shall join the little ladies." "We must have our story prepared first." Palit nodded, and the
  Question: Why was the class of girls at the zoo?
  
   (A) To study the lions
   (B) To put on a class play
   (C) To see the polar bears, grizzlies, and penguins
   (D) To meet Curt George
  Answer:
output: To meet Curt George