"Now," said a voice from above. It was Mama Squirrel, who had come scurrying down when she heard the commotion. She didn't scold Pip for jumping too high. Instead, she sat him on a flat stone and began to hum a low, vibrating tune. Scientists might call it "comfort," but in the Whispering Woods, they called it the Healing Hum. It distracted Pip’s brain from the throb in his knee and focused it on the warmth of his mother’s fur. Step 3: The Leaf of Protection
"Oh dear, oh my," puffed Barnaby, a slow-moving tortoise who had witnessed the crash. "That looks like a genuine ouchie." boo-boo
For a moment, the woods were silent. Then, Pip let out a tiny, shaky squeak. He looked down at his knee. The fur was ruffled, and there, right on the joint, was a bright red scrape. It wasn't a giant wound, but to a small squirrel, it felt like the end of the world. It was his first real boo-boo. "Now," said a voice from above
"Nonsense," Barnaby said, patting Pip’s paw with a heavy, cool flipper. "A boo-boo is just a badge of bravery that hasn't faded yet. But it does need the Three-Step Treatment." Step 1: The Magic Wash Instead, she sat him on a flat stone