Pip looked down at his green bandage. It looked quite professional. He tried a small hop. It still twinged, but the "end of the world" feeling had vanished. He realized that his body was already busy fixing the scrape, knitting things back together under the safety of the leaf.
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.
"Oh dear, oh my," puffed Barnaby, a slow-moving tortoise who had witnessed the crash. "That looks like a genuine ouchie."