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The Injun:

Latin Name: Homo salvaticus
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 180 lbs
Diet: maize
Lifespan: 68 years
Top Speed: 18 mph
IQ: 100

Strengths: Although the glory days of the red man ended many moons ago, their mere mention still scares kids around camp fires to this very day. Set apart from the rest of the beasts, what makes the injun so mighty is neither his brute strength, lightning speed, nor cunning wit. It is his deadly accuracy with which he launches any projectile he finds suitable for use as a tool for murder. Tomahawks, spears, and arrows are preferred, but are only a few of a myriad of potential missiles. If, while traversing the forest, you have somehow managed your way past the grizzly, chimpanzee, Saturn, and narwhal, do your best to not cross paths with the injun. That is, of course, if you value your scalp.

Weaknesses: During the 17th and 18th centuries, man began to more thoroughly explore and settle the forest. It was during this time that his bumbling interactions with the injun exposed a critical weakness. The injun took to alcohol in such a fashion that would humble Winston Churchill. Its consumption spread through the injun population like wildfire. So much so, in fact, that it was aptly nicknamed "firewater." From this point on, the drunken injun was easily hunted to near extinction, and now remains only in captivity. Presently, thanks to various agencies and organizations advocating the preservation and propagation of all sorts of endangered species, the injun stands a sporting chance of one day leaving the reservation and returning to his home in the forest.