YOU GRABBED THE TENNIS RACKET

You grab the tennis racket and look out the window. It seems most of the squirrels are in the house now. You open the window and jump out, catching your foot on the window sill, falling face first. You quickly scramble to your feet and race across the backyard to the gate. No squirrels have seen you yet. You crack open the gate and peer through the opening. The coast is clear.