So you helped the janitor by getting things he couldn't. Getting behind things he couldn't because of his size; you being about 3 foot tall now. And bending down to get some things. The janitor had problems bending over. He really should retire. So you carried a full trash bag out the backdoor & it hit you. The scents, the sounds, the feeling the slight wind across your fur & the feeling of the ground under your feet. You dropped the bag & took it all in. It felt so better to you outside. Your raccoon mind said so. You looked back to the school backdoor & knew what you were going to do. You reached up & undid your collar & removed it. You were about to toss the collar when the janitor came out with a trash bag. The janitor came up to you & ripped collar out of your hand. You were confused when he pocketed the collar. "Get out of here." He ordered trying & failing to be mean to you. He again told you trying to be mean "Get out of here now raccoon! You aren't Bandit! Bandit is dead!" To some this would seem cruel but not to you. You understood. You wished you could vocalize your thanks to him. You turned & ran off into the night. The janitor was telling he was going to tell everyone you were dead. You were now free to live as wild raccoon. You decided right there you would take this chance to experience the city at night as an anthromorphic raccoon. You were sure you wouldn't be anthromorphic anymore after tonight. You would be a full feral raccoon tomorrow (had always been).