Panicking, you shout, "I wish these were all normal animals!"
Nothing seems to happen. The zoo is still in a state of pandemonium, as animals free themselves from cages and the zoo's visitors run screaming. Then you hear a noise from behind you.
There's a strange and twisted gray form in the grass, and it's growing. It's covered in fur, and has big knobs of flesh hanging off it that resolve as you watch into arms, legs, ears and a tail. It is, or was, a mouse. Or rather, it still is a mouse. You feel a moment of confusion. Of course it's a mouse!
"Good day, sir!" says the mouse. He walks off, unconcerned.
For some reason, this doesn't strike you as odd. Just a normal mouse, right? A vague image of something small and squeaky passes through your head, but you dismiss it as irrelevant and nonsensical. But didn't you hear yelling and screaming earlier? You look around and all you can see are normal animals walking around the jail. For some reason, you had the notion that prisoners were escaping. Everything seems fine now, though.
But wait, something's still happening. You feel strange. You look down at your hands. To your surprise, they are grotesque, pink and fleshy. That's not right! Your hands aren't supposed to look like that, because you're a...