"Damn it! Get apaw...er ahold of yourself!" you cry out in your mind. You can't go back. You have to get out of here!
You look back over the end of the branch and chatter your teeth again at the height and flick your tail nervously. You work your way back down the branch what you estimate is roughly 10 body lengths estimating that this is probably 10 feet.
"Here goes nothing," you think as you charge out towards the end of the branch and leap with all your might, instinctively spreading out your paws/body as flatly as possible and hold your tail straight back. Flattening your body slows your descent and your tail acts almost like a drag shoot. The ground comes up to meet you quickly.
OOMPH! You land hard enough to knock the breath out of you. You close your eyes and lay there a moment sprawled on the ground gasping for breath. You realize you're uninjured.
You open your eyes. You still have fur. You still have a larger peripheral range than you should. You look at your paws and tail and droop your tail in despair. You're still a squirrel.
You're not going back to the zoo. You still want to escape this place. You run towards your car and suddenly stumble and tumble end over end. When you stop tumbling you're up against your car, which isn't some huge giant's transportation. It's your size.
Wait! You're sight is normal again. You look down. You're human again! You have escaped! Wait...you've got a small problem. You're naked. Um...(blush) You must have left your clothes behind somewhere in that tree or maybe they fell into the Cheetah pen. And no clothes means you don't have your car keys. No car keys, means no easy way to get home.