You hunch over and try to find which wires you're supposed to strike together in order to get this thing moving, which looks much easier in the movies, even if you weren't naked and shivering and surrounded by broken pieces of glass. Still the thought of going back into that zoo, to get your clothes, even if you could get over the wall frightens you more than anything else you ever remember. You narrowly avoided the temptation of turning eating that acorn, and who knows if you'd ever be human again if you'd fallen to that temptation. You redouble your efforts, whispering silent swears as you continually fail. You're so intent on succeeding that you don't notice that you're no longer alone until a bright flashlight flashes in your face.
"Having car trouble, nature boy?" you hear a dryly sarcastic voice to your left. Without even needing to see the uniform, you know it's a police officer.
"Oh...uh...hi, officer. This...uh...this isn't what it looks like." you say to him.
"Sir, I have no idea what this looks like." he says.
"I've got a couple of ideas of what it looks like." says an older-sounding voice to your right, obviously the man's partner.
"Well...see this is my car, but my keys are in the zoo." you say to him.
"Uh-huh," the first officer says sounding unconvinced "would that be where your clothes are as well, sir?" he says.
"Yes." you say to him.
"I may end up regretting asking this question, but why are your clothes in the zoo?" he asks. You ponder what to tell him. You know the truth sounds completely insane, but what rational explanation could you possibly give for your current situation? You give him one or two "uhh"'s and "well's" before you heave a big sigh and shrug your shoulders, deciding that the truth, while crazy, is the only explanation you have.
"Well, my clothes fell off when I turned into a squirrel. So I climbed a tree, and jumped off a branch onto the wall and climbed out of the zoo over there, and crawled to my car. By then I'd turned back into a human, but my clothes were still in there, and I really didn't want to break into the zoo to get my clothes back, so I figured I'd just break my window and hotwire my car." you say to him. Silence answers back. "Oh come on, what kind of person would steal a car like this?"
"What kind of person would be naked in a parking lot at this hour?" the second officer counters.
"Listen-" you say
"Sir, just step out of the car. Mind the glass." he the first officer says to you. With another sigh you step out of the vehicle. The officer asks you to follow his finger with your eyes, asks you your name, you're address and a few other questions. He asks you again why you're naked in the parking lot, and you give him the exact same answer.
"Full moon, partner." the second voice says.
"Okay, sir step towards the patrol car, mind the glass. You have the right to remain silent..." he says. On the bright side you're being driven away from this crazy zoo and it's bizarre occurrences and you're given a blanket to cover yourself up with. On the much less bright side you're arrested for indecent exposure, taken to jail, and eventually ordered to get a psychological evaluation and and ordered to attend no less then five therapy sessions with a licensed mental health professional. Those sessions combined with the costs of getting your car out of impound and having your window repaired, after telling the mechanic an entirely different story about how it got broken, pretty much mean that you're going to be eating top ramen and mac and cheese for most of your meals for quite some time. Still you're life is back on track and you're away from that crazy zoo. Right?