"Some custard!" said Richard brightly. "I think he likes custard. Ruby told us!"

"Well alright. But be careful when you feed him! I don't want him to choke!" said the Queen.

"Yes mother", said Darius. "Casey, go down to the kitchens and tell Xavier to prepare a cauldron of Chubby Custard for Prince Patrick to be fed with".

"The custard-powder in the barrels what causes big weight-gain?" Casey asked.

Darius nodded. "That's it. As much as he can make in a cauldron".

"That's an awful lot, m'lord..."

"Well if he can't finish it, we will!" said Richard, "Now go along!"

"Yes sir!"

Darius tickled Patrick. He giggled and squealed and wriggled around on his brother's belly.

"Awww..." said Darius. "He's so ticklish! Your fattyrolls are SO ticklish! Aren't they? Yes they are! Muah!"

The queen smiled. She reached down and poked Patrick on the belly.

"Isn't he just the sweetest little piglet? He's got the same hair as you do, Richard! All nice and chocolate brown!"

"Yes mother!" said Richard. "And he's got Darius's appetite! I think him being born so skinny was a blessing in disguise! It just means that he's hungrier than Melodie!"

"Oh yes!" said the queen. "And she's such a sweet little girl! I think I'll go and see her. Now you be careful with the baby!" she cautioned, and waddled out of the room.