Harold: the infant prince sat near his older brother within the courtyard, he began poking his brothers' fine shoes with a twig fallen from the tree massive tree just behind them.
"Leevee, are you gonna eat that omilet?  Can I eats' it if your not gonna?"  He said in broken English, he was only an infant, still aging into a young boy, he began poking the omelette with a fork, he smiled but he seems too impatient to wait for an answer.