[ CW ] With the exception of articles , adverbs , and names , once you use a word you can never use it again . Try to write more than 500 words .

Bill was a bat. Did I say that? I meant a bear. Sometimes I get the two mixed up. 
 
 I ain ’ t stupid, so you know. Many great minds have confused dissimilar animals. For example, Einstein once thought a mouse was his second wife. Or was it the other way around? 
 
 Anyway, I digress. This is a story about Bill and his fellow flying friends. One day, Bill was beating his wings, flapping himself weirdly, and all the rather silly things his kind do while we're not looking. 
 
 Suddenly, and without warning, a furious flurry of fandangled ferrets ferociously fulminated from the ferrous funnel leading outside. 
 
 `` Giant fox's testicles!'' Bill exclaimed, `` wherever whence these creatures originate?'' 
 
 Bonny, Bill's best and bodaciously beautiful belle, bobbed balefully. `` I do n't rightly realize,'' she pouted, `` but I do believe we must act, lest we become overrun with the wretched beasts.'' 
 
 A thudding voice rang above. 
 
 `` Sinners! Seven seasons of sexual savagery, slighting the saintly, swimming in sacrilege, shucking the sacred! Your seeds are sown!'' 
 
 `` Oracle Wesley!'' Bill boomed, `` we possess zero recourse? No options but to perish amidst these scurrying sodomites?'' 
 
 `` Nay, he has gone,'' replied Bonnie, `` you recognize his type - doomsaying and flight. I conceive an idea, however!'' 
 
 `` Teasing tart, tell truth by thou tongue, though trouble trounces if thy tarry!'' 
 
 Bonnie smirked, a playful, risque bit of mouth manipulation, putting Bill's loins in a tizzy. `` Relax, rogue. Roger, the Resolute Rat, returned recently!'' 
 
 Bill cocked his head, a quizzical confusion plastered on his batty face. 
 
 `` Dummy,'' said Bonnie. 
 
 Bill's eyes lit themselves. `` Heaven's Hobbit! He hath hubris to harm the hellish halfwits! To hiss and harangue, are his hunting habits!'' 
 
 `` We endeavor find him beforehand,'' Bonnie cautioned. `` Scan South Sutton; I shall search Sanguine Shepard's Spear. Scurry!'' 
 
 The journey took 18 years. How could it take so long, you may ask? 
 
 Flowers and noses. Lots of them. Well, tons of the first. 
 
 They found Roger sitting in a tree, wearing a sad expression. 
 
 `` I knew you be coming,'' he cried. `` Sadness I speak, since I can not be of assistance.'' 
 
 Bob and Bonnie sobbed. `` But why, dearest Roger?'' they mouthed in unison. 
 
 `` Lost! Little Larry, my lucky lizard, languishing!'' He pointed at the vast wilderness in front of them. 
 
 `` I guess we will locate Larry,'' Bonnie insisted. 
 
 The trip lasted 540 months, but Roger and Larry were reunited under a clipped canopy. Their vows equaled lovely. 
 
 `` Now,'t is finally time to destroy the menace that plagues yonder cave!'' Bonnie crooned. Bob nodded, and then died. He had already lived twice as far as the Guinness Book of World Records decided to predict. 
 
 Bonnie wailed, as a banshee in heat. `` Oh, my marvelous moody munchkin! My magnificent muse! Murdered by menology!'' 
 
 The funeral was sweet, alas when Bonnie came home, it was developed into a rodent playground. None of her old compatriots remained there, and someone was throwing fireballs at her. 
 
 Some tales lack good ends, folks. 
 
 *I may have repeated a few questionable adverbs.
