From Newbery Medalist and National Book Award–winning author Cynthia Kadohata comes a “funny, lively” ( Horn Book Magazine ), and heartwarming story about a girl and her ever-growing pig, Saucy—perfect for fans of The One and Only Ivan and Flora & Ulysses ! Being a quadruplet can make it hard to stand out from the crowd. Becca’s three brothers all have something that makes them... them . Jake has his music, Jammer plays hockey, and K.C. thinks they’re all living in a simulation and doesn’t see the point of doing much of anything. Becca is the only one with nothing to make her special. But when she finds a tiny, sick piglet on the side of the road, Becca knows this is it. This is her thing. She names the piglet Saucy and between her own pleading and Saucy’s sweet, pink face, Becca convinces her family to take her in. Soon, Saucy is as big a part of the family as anyone else—and getting bigger . With each pound Saucy gains, the more capable she becomes of destroying the house and landing Becca in trouble. Some tough decisions need to be made about Becca’s pet, and her search for solutions brings to light exactly where Saucy came from. Turns out, there are a lot more scared piglets out there, and saving them may take Becca and her brothers finally doing something together. Cynthia Kadohata won the National Book Award for The Thing About Luck and the Newbery Medal for Kira-Kira . She’s also the author of many more critically acclaimed novels, including Checked , A Million Shades of Gray , A Place to Belong , Weedflower , Cracker! , and Outside Beauty . In addition to rescuing Dobermans, she’s also managed her son’s hockey team. She lives in California. Visit her online at CynthiaKadohata.com. Marianna Raskin has always been fond of pigs and especially loves drawing them, so she obviously couldn’t resist Saucy! When she’s not illustrating naughty piglets, Marianna illustrates other books, like Florian’s Secret by Chava Nissimov, and works as an acclaimed animator in Israel. See more of her work at MariannaRaskin.com. Chapter One: Summer CHAPTER ONE SUMMER Becca sat in the backyard, trying to meditate. She had decided that meditation would be her thing, the thing she was better at than everybody else—if it was even possible to be a “better” meditator. Like wasn’t meditation kind of the same as doing nothing, and how could you get better at that than other people? Regardless, she was going to get very good at it. It was a little noisy to be meditating, though. One problem was that every few seconds Jammer whacked one of his one hundred hockey pucks into the goal. Becca didn’t understand how he could be interested in doing the exact same thing, over and over. Like if you did it perfectly one time, why did you need to keep doing it? Bailey was drumming his fingers on the arm of his wheelchair, mouthing words and nodding to an imaginary song playing in his head. Bailey could turn on music in his mind just like other people could turn on music on their phones. He also wrote songs, and you weren’t allowed to say anything at all to him while he was writing or singing. Like now. K.C., sitting right next to Becca, was reading a book about physics. Becca supposed that he was a math and science genius. Everybody said so, anyway. Even though to her he just seemed like K.C. She didn’t understand half of what he said. Nobody did. Becca could feel his arm against hers. Even when he was reading something and completely in his own world, he always did this thing of sitting close to somebody else—he didn’t really care who. Mom had bought Becca a special meditation cushion called a zafu that was soft but not too soft. It was really pretty, with a picture of the moon and stars, but since her butt was on it, she wasn’t sure why it mattered how pretty it was. Still, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. But the only thing she could think about was the little ache in her heart that seemed to be there, like all the time . Becca and her brothers were quadruplets. She was born first, on December 26, at 12:01 a.m. Then came Jammer. He was supposedly the quietest baby. Even today, he hardly talked to anyone, because they were all so boring. If you didn’t play hockey like he did, then you were boring. He was born at 12:03. Then K.C. at 12:05. That was when Dad passed out, so he didn’t see Bailey get born at 12:06. Becca had heard the story of Dad passing out at least a million times. Who wouldn’t pass out? he liked to say. But ugh . Becca couldn’t concentrate! She opened her left eye. Bailey was dancing in his wheelchair, a new dance she hadn’t seen before. It must have been a good song he was hearing in his head, because the dance was really cool. “That dance is dope,” K.C. said, looking up now. “It’s so perfect, it reminds me of a robot.” That was a compliment, because K.C. thought robots were the greatest thing ever, or would be someday. Becca closed her eye again and tried to concentrate but