One day, a little pig named Butter awoke to discover he had lost his oink. He had been a great oinker since he was born.  But this bright sunny day, when he awoke, he burped and tried to oink, but it came out KREVIT! He jumped when he tried again—WISKIT. And again—HARPUM.  And again—EREP. His mother, brothers and sisters did not hear these weird noises. They were asleep when the first non-oink flew out of his mouth. The little pig ran around the corner of the sty and tried again and again, but no oink at all. DERTEE. SLIIPS, FARNY, all strange and scary sounds. Butter began to cry. What could he do? What would his family say? What would his barnyard friends think? He slunk away from the sty and went behind the barn.  He sat for a while, not even trying to make a sound. He did not…