( xD Let's say Whitney is a worker at the daycare- )
Whitney was sitting at a lone table reading a book until she looked up to see that the young fox, Foxy, had cuts on his legs. Whitney sighed and walked over to him and picked him up.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop jumping from tables?" Whitney asked a bit sternly. She placed him on a counter and took out a wet washcloth to wash the bleeding from Foxy's cuts and then placed band-aids over his cuts.
"There," she said, a stressed look on her face.