Pulping in living creatures is apparently not nearly as dramatic as it sounds:
A bunch of puppies decided to conga into a mincecart, i mean minecart cyclotron. Puppy bits flew everywhere and before anybody could pull the lever to disarm the contraption, a spinner bravely stepped in to "clean". Of course he got smacked silly - thrown into the nearest wall at ~100k speed (it was a wooden cart; a metal cart would have disassembled the dwarf), shattering a leg and "smashing the neck into the upper body, turning it into an unrecognisable mass". Upper spine broken upper spinal nervous tissue cut apart and concussed. In .34.11, this would have been an absolute death sentence, because if any bit of CNS got mildly bumped, it'd irreversibly cease to function, which in case of upper spinal chord would have meant the dwarf stopped breathing.
Not so in .40.11 - the dwarf only lost the ability to stand (broken leg) and got cured. The "cut apart" nervous tissue was tied back together (sutured) and that was that. Less than a season later, he got a mood, claimed a leatherworker's shop (i had only enabled leatherworking for him after the accident, got really lucky there) and made a very neat pair of trousers and then started churning out high-quality leather goods like crazy.
In other events, four more (and better!) wells were installed and the well meeting zone shifted to those. I fiddled with suspensions until three of the wells were finished by the near-legendary mason and not one of the many dabblers and novices; results were one masterwork and at least one exceptional well. Architecture value went up from ~35 000 to about 55 000. The dwarven liaison offered a barony, so our armoursmith who had long been vetted for the position was promoted.
Now if i could only get someone to marry - 50 beards and not a single married couple!