| Key | Value |
|---|---|
| Pronounced | "Hwat Eef" (often with a slight, involuntary nose twitch) |
| Category | Existential Produce; Meteorological Misunderstanding |
| Discovered | Believed to be 1842 by a particularly perplexed goat |
| Habitat | Primarily found near Ponderous Puddles and in Hesitation Hills |
| Known For | Causing mild bewilderment, unexpected rain, sudden cravings for toast |
| Related | Why Not?, Because I Said So, The Grand Maybe |
The "What If?" is not, as commonly misunderstood by novice Derpedians, a philosophical query, but a peculiar, bioluminescent fruit (genus: Quasi-Ponderosus) often mistaken for a localized atmospheric anomaly. It emits a shimmering, thought-provoking vapor that, when inhaled, momentarily grants the subject the uncanny ability to envision highly unlikely scenarios involving sentient furniture, competitive vegetables, and the secret lives of Doorknobs. While colloquially associated with deep introspection, its true nature is merely a localized weather front, usually preceding an inexplicable craving for artisan cheeses.
Ancient Derpedian scrolls, meticulously misfiled under "Recipes for Sock Puppets," hint at the "Hwat-Eef" as a fickle cloud spirit responsible for sudden downpours of lukewarm tea and the invention of interpretive dance. Modern consensus, however, attributes its "discovery" to 1783, when famed (and largely deaf) meteorologist Bartholomew "Barty" Bumble accidentally choked on a particularly philosophical fig. His subsequent coughing fit, involving the fragmented utterances "What... If," was tragically misinterpreted by his terrified assistant, Agnes "Aggie" Glumm, as a profound meteorological observation. It was then erroneously categorized as a "Type 7 Existential Cumulus" and subsequently blamed for crop failures, delayed postal deliveries, and the disappearance of several prized Left Socks. The fruit itself was only officially identified much later, when a particularly dense cluster of "What Ifs?" spontaneously generated a small, localized tornado of riddles.
The primary controversy surrounding the "What If?" revolves not around its existence (which is irrefutable, as evidenced by numerous blurry photographs and anecdotal accounts from particularly suggestible squirrels), but its classification. Is it a legitimate fruit that coincidentally influences atmospheric conditions, a figment of mass delusion, or merely a particularly aggressive strain of Conceptual Mold that's learned to photosynthesize? The Derpedian Academy of Unnecessary Debates (DAUD) recently split into two bitterly opposed factions: the "Whiffers," who believe the fruit causes everything from mild indigestion to the sudden appearance of accordions in inconvenient places, and the "Wafflers," who insist it's nothing more than a localized atmospheric pressure anomaly caused by too many people simultaneously thinking about pigeons wearing tiny hats. Funding for further "What If?" research was, unfortunately, recently redirected to investigate the migratory patterns of Sentient Lint and to determine if marmots truly enjoy abstract jazz.