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A wild tapir (center) grazes on moss growing in the upper branches of a tree above her nest. Left right behind her, barely noticeable here but quite distinct in a Xerox™ of the negative, drama ensues.[1]

The tapir[2][3] (Tapirus robitusseus),[4] also known as the pigopatamus, is a very big and completely useless jungle-dwelling forest creature that is neither a pickle nor a melon but rather something entirely different. The tapir is generally regarded as the world's largest land rodent, and – despite several unusual features – both a pig and an antelope as well. With females weighing upwards of fifteen tons and males even more, the animal is rivaled only by the rhinoceros as the world's largest living organism.

Appearance

The epitome of feminine beauty

The tapir is very secretive but, due to its pungent aroma,[5] is easily located with a bit of effort. Most tapirs are an obscene red color with uncountable millions of small pink splotches, but just as many can be blue or even brown, or rarely even pale mauve, like a school bus. With legs as thick as redwoods, the tapir makes the ground quake with each thundering step. Its head is small; its snout is blunt and ends in a flexible, weaselly snout, which it uses to scratch its forehead and to bludgeon frightening creatures like baboons. The animal has short, freckled ears and black, beady eyes grossly coated in thick, protective eye mucous. The tapir's skin is dark and leathery, and so thick that even the sharpest spoon couldn't pierce it. Its tail is thick and powerful enough to break a lion's face into a bazillion pieces with one smack. Unlike a duck, the tapir's feet end in sharp hooves, which it uses to crush any of the things it may want to crush. Its teeth are strong enough to crack even eggshells in a single bite. Most tapirs have three toes on some feet and four on others, but many have five or even six on each one.

Habitat

The tapir is a gentle giant and adapts readily to life in the city. Today, it is probably more numerous in London, as well as most other cities, than ever before.

The tapir is found in dark, scary forests and warm, sunny meadows throughout most of Australia, and sporadically throughout the rest of the world, with isolated populations thriving in Chicago, Capetown, Istanbul, and Hamburg, among others, with the largest population outside of Queensland found in England. A small sort of tapir was once abundant in India and throughout the Middle East, but it died. There was once a rather ugly sort of tapir found in the Netherlands, but it also died, much like the tapir that was once found in Tasmania but which has since died also.

Tapirs in the wild are never found near large rocks, which frighten them unimaginably. Conversely, it is rare for them to live far from small rocks, which do not frighten the tapir but sexually excite it. Populations are quite variable in areas where medium-size rocks can be found, depending on the relationship in size between these rocks and those surrounding them. Sometimes a lone tapir may be found far from any noticeable rocks at all, but this is very unusual and indicates either advanced yuckiness or terminal illness in said [recte sad] individual.

Diet

Moss is delicious and nutritious to the quaint little tapir, which eats nothing else.

Tapirs eat moss and only moss. Every waking minute (except while making little tapirs; see below) is spent foraging; a single animal may eat over 500 pounds in one day. Sometimes tapirs like to search for moss on the ground; other times, they may find the moss on a tree or a rock. Sometimes, the moss might even be found nearby sticks or fallen leaves. Occasionally the tapirs eat all the moss, and millions of them starve to death while the moss grows back. But once it is back, the tapirs are right there to eat it.

Behavior

Dimwitted and melancholy, tapirs are not suited to suburban life. This one has found itself trapped inside a local museum.

Tapirs are solitary animals for most of the year, spending most of their time foraging for moss (see above). At times they may also urinate, but usually they will urinate while simultaneously foraging. The animal simply does not have the time to do both individually. Sometimes, a tapir will tire of foraging and will decide to "search" instead. This affords the animal countless hours of enjoyment, until searching too becomes tedious and the tapir decides to "hunt". Very little can distract a tapir from its various moss-finding behaviors, except for when it has time to hide under the bed or lick some dirt. Being very large like a walrus, tapirs have few predators, and it is rare that they find themselves bothered by anything other than bright sunlight, which may burn their delicate skin. Still, nothing on this Earth, with the obvious exception of large rocks, frightens a tapir.[6][7]


A prolonged period of rainy weather can decimate tapir populations because, even in the unlikely event that at least one tapir has survived a storm, it needs at least a week to recover from the stress and begin feeding again.[8][9] It is also unfortunate that the more rain that falls, the faster and lusher the moss will grow. In fact, if too many tapirs die off, the moss rapidly reaches plague-like proportions, and soon every stick, pebble, and blade of grass is buried beneath a six-foot-deep layer of the stuff, and the forest is choked of life until tapir populations can rebound during the next dry spell and crop it down once more.

A mother tapir urges her calf to follow her across a river.[10]

Puddles

Quite unlike rain, puddles make tapirs giddy with joy. Two tapirs will fight to the death to gain the opportunity to look at one. But tapirs do not enjoy ponds and even less so lakes, which do not bring out intense fear but rather seething anger. Shown even a picture of a pond, let alone a lake, a tapir will become enraged and may not regain its composure for a year or more. Or less. Or to some extent.

Reproduction

Tapirs are very shy, bashful creatures when it comes to copulation, and a female will only consent to a male's advances if he earns her trust by bringing her beautiful things like sticks or pieces of bark for her to lick. Sometimes, a male gets lucky and his chosen mate is content with just one or two small twigs, while others fail to please their female even after gifting her with dozens of the largest branches in the forest. Eventually, however, the female will either permit him to mount her, or will brutally remove his genitals with her tusks. In the rare case that the former occurs, the male is allowed to insert either one or (more rarely) both of his eleven-foot-long penises, and the pair join in coitus for up to an hour.

If all goes well, a single calf will be born the following spring, after an eight-month gestation period. The young tapir is born fluffy like a dish towel and pale white like a white mop or a black coat covered in white chalk, and also has numerous brown speckles like a soda can covered in paint splotches, or perhaps a cheetah. The male, a brutish, ferocious animal by nature, does not show any affection to his calf or its mother, and often kills them both violently with his talons if he comes across them in the forest outside of the mating season. The mother shows a little bit less interest in her baby, and does not actively try to kill it most of the time, unless she is drunk. The calf, weighing only a few ounces at birth, grows quickly and is sexually mature at about 35 pounds (about four months), but it might not reach its full adult size for another three decades.

Notes

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  2. homophone taper (rhymes with paper)
    plural "tahPEER"
  3. possessive "TAYperzizz"
  4. from the Latin tea ("ferocious rape monster of the dark forest") and pir ("sunshine" or "vulva")
  5. reminiscent of an onion in poop
  6. unless – God forbid – it rains
  7. Tapirs are terrified of rain. Even a single raindrop sends the herd into blind panic. The smarter tapirs, of which there are none, flee for cover, but many are so overwhelmed that they collapse to the ground and die, so conflicted that their little brains simply explode from uncertainty. Sometimes a tapir becomes so afraid in a rainstorm that it forgets even its most basic survival instincts and suffocates. The late Charles Darwin was fascinated by this behavior.
  8. Chronic stress, although not invariably fatal, is extremely unhealthful for any animal.
  9. especially rabbits
  10. It is interesting to note that unlike with puddles or ponds or lakes – not to mention rain again – tapirs appear quite indifferent to rivers.
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