(I asked ChatGPT to write a funny story in Tharoor style using pompous words. Suggest a pompous title. This is what it came up with.)
In the annals of zoological chronicles, there existed a most prodigious pachyderm by the name of Percival, resplendent in his unparalleled ponderosity. His colossal countenance commanded attention from all corners of the verdant veldt, and his elongated proboscis, which seemed a veritable marvel of nature, was a source of endless amusement among the savannah's flora and fauna.
One fine morning, as the equatorial sun bestowed its iridescent benediction upon the wilderness, Percival, in all his elephantine grandeur, embarked upon his daily constitutional, ambling forthwith through the heart of the savannah. It was a regal procession, befitting the stature of an elephant of his exquisite eminence.
Now, dear reader, it must be elucidated that Percival harbored a peculiar penchant for papyrus, and he was known far and wide as the most erudite elephant to have ever graced the savannah's sylvan halls. His bibliophilic proclivities, however, proved to be a paradoxical predicament, for his hulking heft often led to cataclysmic calamities in his quixotic quest for knowledge.
On this fateful day, Percival, in his unquenchable thirst for the written word, happened upon a diminutive library ensconced within the recesses of the savannah. It was a hushed alcove, an oasis of erudition amidst the sprawling serenity of the wild, and it contained a plethora of precious tomes, the provenance of which could be traced to the most venerable scribes of the animal kingdom.
With an air of lofty sagacity, Percival, ascertaining that no other creature was within the vicinity, decided to partake in this bibliophilic banquet. He extended his proboscis with a finesse that can only be described as biblio-dexterity and gingerly plucked a volume from the dusty shelves.
Alas, dear reader, the inherent irony of this situation was that while Percival possessed unparalleled acumen in the realm of literature, his physical prowess often eluded his intellectual endeavors. As he perused the pages of an antiquated treatise on the "Epistemological Implications of Territorial Marking in the Ailuropoda melanoleuca," a resounding crash reverberated through the library's sylvan sanctuary.
Percival, in his zealous pursuit of enlightenment, had inadvertently brushed his monumental posterior against a rickety bookshelf. A cascade of esoteric encyclopedias tumbled in a cacophonous crescendo, burying the erudite elephant beneath a mound of learned literature.
The denizens of the savannah, both great and small, converged upon the scene, their laughter resounding like the chorus of a comedic opera. Percival, his pride injured more than his ponderous body, emerged from the literary landslide, his majestic mien now somewhat comically askew.
And so, dear reader, it was that the prodigious pachyderm's pursuit of profound wisdom resulted in an inadvertent spectacle of scholarly slapstick, a paradoxical predicament indeed. As Percival lumbered away from the bibliophilic battlefield, his regal countenance remained unshaken, for he had learned a most valuable lesson: that in the grand tapestry of life, even the most erudite among us must sometimes revel in the absurdity of our own pomposity.
