input: Text: Volpla By WYMAN GUIN Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS The only kind of gag worth pulling, I always 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 them. My heart took a great bound. I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying to hit a combination that would work. I unlocked the door, held it against her pushing and slipped out so that, for all her peering, she could see nothing. I looked down on her tolerantly. "Can't adjust your skates?" I asked again. "Daddy, I've tried and tried and I just can't turn this old key tight enough." I continued to look down on her. "Well, Dad-dee, I can't!" "Tightly enough." "What?" "You can't turn this old key tightly enough." "That's what I say -yud." "All right, wench. Sit on this chair." I got down and shoved one saddle shoe into a skate. It fitted perfectly. I strapped her ankle and pretended to use the key to tighten the clamp. Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could create them that I had been
  Question: Why did the narrator's wife react the way she did when she got home to see workmen at the house?
  
   (A) The narrator had told her that he was going to expand his workspace to investigate different mutations
   (B) She was upset that it seemed like the narrator was giving up on his work by tearing down his laboratory space
   (C) She was hoping to convert the lab space into a room for the family when he was done, and didn't want it to be torn down
   (D) He had shown no sign of actually reporting on his work, and she didn't know what this change meant
  Answer:
output: He had shown no sign of actually reporting on his work, and she didn't know what this change meant