Poke had never shared out so many raisins, because she had never had so many to share. But the little kids wouldn't understand that. They'd think, Poke gave us garbage, and Achilles gave us raisins. That's because they were stupid.
by Orson Scott Card
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In "Ender's Shadow" by Orson Scott Card, Poke faces a dilemma when sharing with younger children. She has an abundance of raisins for the first time but worries that the kids will misconstrue her good intentions. While she hopes to share her bounty, she fears they will see her effort as inadequate compared to what another character, Achilles, offers. Poke’s feelings highlight the complexity of generosity and perception. Despite her best intentions, Poke anticipates that the children’s lack of understanding might make them view her contributions negatively. This situation reflects broader themes of how context affects value and how actions can be misinterpreted based on comparison rather than intent.

In "Ender's Shadow" by Orson Scott Card, Poke faces a dilemma when sharing with younger children. She has an abundance of raisins for the first time but worries that the kids will misconstrue her good intentions. While she hopes to share her bounty, she fears they will see her effort as inadequate compared to what another character, Achilles, offers.

Poke’s feelings highlight the complexity of generosity and perception. Despite her best intentions, Poke anticipates that the children’s lack of understanding might make them view her contributions negatively. This situation reflects broader themes of how context affects value and how actions can be misinterpreted based on comparison rather than intent.

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