Darius belched.

"Darius! A little less of that, if you please!"

"Sorry mother...Uuuggghhm...Mmm that was nice..."

Darius put down the fourth helping of cereal he'd had that day. On top of the six rashers of bacon, six sausages, eight eggs, four slices of toast, waffles, pancakes, hashbrowns, fried tomatoes, orange juice, apple juice, milk, porridge, cream and honey, the Crown Prince was stuffed and bloated from breakfast. Darius grunted uncomfortably - partially from the wonderful over-full, bloated, heavy feeling that always accompanied every meal, and from the growing erection between his legs that always resulted from stuffing himself to excess.

He would order his servants to attend to both problems in a few minutes.

"Snow sure is heavy out", said Prince Maximus. He munched on sausages, eggs and toast while he stared out of the windows of the dining-hall. "Vulcan, Titan, I want you to help some of the servant-boys in keeping the snow off the important roadways around the palace grounds today".

"Sure Uncle Max", said Titan.

"I don't need to shovel. I'll just strip off and the snow will melt from my natural hotness..."

"Oh shut UP, Vulcan", Titan grumbled. "And check the shafts of the snow-shovels before you take them out of the shed. I don't want that thing what happened last year when they broke in half from wood-rot".

"Wasn't wood-rot. Was my GUNS", said Vulcan, flexing his biceps, "The twins, the boys, the muscle-cannons...They's too big, man..."

Titan groaned. "I'LL get the shovels, then..."

"What will you be doing today, boys?" the Queen asked.

"We're going out, mother!" said Tristan, brightly. "Isn't that right, Darius?"

"Uuuuhmmm...Hey Bretton get me some more toast, huh...thanks..Huh what? Oh yeah! Yeah totally. Um, we got some old clothes and stuff and it's for all those homeless kids".

The Queen smiled. "It is important that you help them, Darius. And set a good example for your brothers!"

"Mother, they're my SIBLINGS, not my children! You act like I have to...mother them!"

"Now Darius, your mother is right", said Chandler. "Harris. You can serve the morning coffee now".

Harris bowed. He wheeled over a large serving-trolley with a handsome silver coffee-pot on it. He started pouring it out.

"Come on guys", said Darius, "Let's get moving".

Servant-boys who had their day off that day helped the princes to load the offerings into a cart which Javelin would drive behind the princes' carriage. Darius wouldn't ever bother with such things. Driving carts was not the thing done of a royal prince!

"Wow look at the snow!" Tristan cried out when the carriage rumbled out of the royal estate into the city beyond. The rooves of the houses were all covered in snow and the streets were white!

Homeless boys who made a meagre living digging paths through the refuse of the streets for wealthier carriage-owners were busy soliciting tips from shopkeepers and business-owners, to shovel away the snow from their shop-frontages. They trooped around the city in small gangs, three, four or as many as six at a time, looking for work.

Then they spotted the enormous, expensive-looking coach with the princes' coats of arms on the doors, and they ran after it, tripping and sliding in the snow!

Tanner, the prince's coachman, an older teenager of eighteen, smiled and watched as the eager-to-please street-waifs shovelled furiously in front of the carriage, clearing away snow from the path of the horses and striking the cobblestones with their shovel-blades to smash the ice and scoop it away.

They hoped to get a huge tip for this!

The carriage finally stopped outside the main orphanage in town, rumbling into the yard in front of a large, old building. The boys ran into the yard and shovelled away the snow in front of the carriage doors! They were freezing cold with only thin rags to fight off the frigid temperatures! The shovelling would at least keep them warm!

One boy grabbed the handle of the carriage doors and pulled them open.

The carriage creaked as Crown Prince Darius waddled out. His huge belly, bloated and heavy from his enormous breakfast, wobbled and sloshed and his immense buttocks bulged and jiggled as he stepped down first one, then two steps to the pavement. Boys reached out to grab him by the arms and help him to the ground.

One of the boys tugged off his cap and bowed.

"G-g-gggood m-mmorning y-your r-royal h-highness..." he shivered, "I-i-I h-hope w-we hhhave d-done a-a go-good job f-for y-you t-today, s-sir!" He quickly jammed his cheap, wool cap back onto his head to keep himself warm!

The prince looked like a whale next to the sardines of the skinny, malnourished, shivering, poor, sickly-looking homeless children who were now verbally kissing ass in the hopes to get some sort of reward for their labours.

The prince nodded.

"Th-th-thankyou s-ssir!" the boy who had spoken, said.

Javelin climbed off his cart and carried four enormous sacks with him, dragging them into the main room of the orphanage. He opened the sacks and tipped their contents onto the floor. Old servants' uniforms, cloaks, vests, old gloves, scarves, thick, fleecy sheepskin boots and all other manner of clothes donated by the palace servant-boys.

"Thank you for your help outside", said Darius to the four shivering homeless boys standing before him.

"Here".

The prince handed them fat, bulging pouches of gold.

"Something for your efforts".

"T-t-thank you sir!" said another one of the boys. He bowed and kissed the prince's ring.

"Here boys", said Javelin, "You better sort through this stuff and pick out the best clothes for yourself before we give out the general alarm and all the children in the orphanage come charging out here to snatch something up!"

The Brothers and Sisters of the Order of King Daniel, who ran the orphanage were very grateful for the sizable donation of clothes. They thanked the princes and asked them to return again soon with as many donations as they could.