Molly Daniels opened the door so hard that the door nearly broke it. Then she looked through the window at her neighbor across the yard. " She is in my garden again. Those are my strawberries, not hers. Maybe I should call the police." Her friend, Doris, was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in her hands. "You want to call the police because she picks your strawberries?" she asked. "Of course," Molly answered angrily. "What would you do if your neighbor walked into your yard without your _ and picked your strawberries?" "I would say, better here the bees." "The bees don't take my strawberries." "But the birds do," Doris continued. "That old lady only picks a few strawberries every year, and the only ones she picks are those you leave to the birds. Why don't you pick some of your good strawberries and give them to her?" "Are you crazy? What are you thinking?' "Don't you remember what happened when you were in hospital last year? She went to see you and gave you a pot full of chicken soup. When you give her the strawberries you can tell her that you still remember that." Molly was shocked. She had almost forgotten that little kindness because she was too angry. Then she picked a basket of good strawberries and went out. Through the window, Doris could see that the anger on Molly's face changed into a bright smile.
What almost occurred when Molly opened the door?
What is Molly's last name?
Does Molly have a garden?
What is she growing in it?
What is Molly's friend holding?
Where is she sitting with it?
What is the friend's name?
Was Molly in the hospital recently?
What did Molly's neighbor bring here when she was hospitalized?
When the story concluded was Molly still mad?
the door nearly broke
the door nearly broke
Daniels
Daniels 
yes
She is in my garden again.
strawberries
strawberries
coffee
coffee
at the table
at the table
Doris
Doris
last year
last year
chicken soup
a pot full of chicken soup
no
Molly's face changed into a bright smile