Once upon a time in the heart of the Whispering Woods, there lived a very small, very energetic squirrel named Pip. Pip was known for two things: his incredibly bushy tail and his complete lack of a "pause" button. While the other squirrels spent their afternoons methodically sorting acorns by size and color, Pip preferred to see how many branches he could leap across without touching the ground.
Pip didn’t fall all the way to the forest floor—squirrels are far too springy for that—but he did tumble awkwardly, his back leg catching on a rough patch of bark before he tumbled into a soft pile of moss.
is the boo-boo for? (A toddler, an older child, or maybe a very brave adult?) Where is the injury? (Knee, elbow, finger?)
Pip’s bottom lip trembled. "It stings, Barnaby. It stings a lot. I think my leaping days are over. I shall have to become a ground squirrel and live in a hole with the beetles."
Mama Squirrel found a broad, soft Lamb’s Ear leaf. She wrapped it gently around Pip’s knee and secured it with a bit of sticky pine sap and a strand of sturdy spider silk. "This," she whispered, "is to keep the world out while your body does its secret work inside."
"Oh dear, oh my," puffed Barnaby, a slow-moving tortoise who had witnessed the crash. "That looks like a genuine ouchie."
One Tuesday, the sun was hitting the golden oak leaves just right, and Pip felt faster than usual. "Watch this!" he chattered to a sleepy owl. Pip took a massive leap toward a branch that was just a little too thin and a little too slippery. Snap.
I hope that story helps soothe the soul! If you are dealing with a real-life boo-boo right now, I can help more if you tell me:
Once upon a time in the heart of the Whispering Woods, there lived a very small, very energetic squirrel named Pip. Pip was known for two things: his incredibly bushy tail and his complete lack of a "pause" button. While the other squirrels spent their afternoons methodically sorting acorns by size and color, Pip preferred to see how many branches he could leap across without touching the ground.
Pip didn’t fall all the way to the forest floor—squirrels are far too springy for that—but he did tumble awkwardly, his back leg catching on a rough patch of bark before he tumbled into a soft pile of moss.
is the boo-boo for? (A toddler, an older child, or maybe a very brave adult?) Where is the injury? (Knee, elbow, finger?) boo-boo
Pip’s bottom lip trembled. "It stings, Barnaby. It stings a lot. I think my leaping days are over. I shall have to become a ground squirrel and live in a hole with the beetles."
Mama Squirrel found a broad, soft Lamb’s Ear leaf. She wrapped it gently around Pip’s knee and secured it with a bit of sticky pine sap and a strand of sturdy spider silk. "This," she whispered, "is to keep the world out while your body does its secret work inside." Once upon a time in the heart of
"Oh dear, oh my," puffed Barnaby, a slow-moving tortoise who had witnessed the crash. "That looks like a genuine ouchie."
One Tuesday, the sun was hitting the golden oak leaves just right, and Pip felt faster than usual. "Watch this!" he chattered to a sleepy owl. Pip took a massive leap toward a branch that was just a little too thin and a little too slippery. Snap. Pip didn’t fall all the way to the
I hope that story helps soothe the soul! If you are dealing with a real-life boo-boo right now, I can help more if you tell me: