Rholiodd Daf sigarèt catnip a chaeth brofiad seicedelig tra bod Jeff yn mynd i siarad â’r madarch. Crafodd hi ar y ddaear drosodd a throsodd. Ymddangosodd arweinydd y madarch a oedd golwg dan straen arno. Efallai’r oedd e wrthi’n gwneud rhywbeth pwysig iawn.
– Beth ar y ddaear yw eich meddwl? meddai’r madarchen, wrth wgu.
Roedd y madarch hudol fel arfer yn fodlon helpu. Beth sy’n bod arno fe? meddyliodd Jeff.
– We fi ar ganol araithio ar bwnc hynod o bwysig.
– Beth?
– Sai’n cofio.
– Edrychwch, meddai Jeff, mae rhaid i ni gael gwared o’r ddraig anferth hon. Mae hi ‘di gwasgu planhigyn catnip a llosgi’r llawnt, ac allwn ni ddim ei gadael hi’n gorwedd yno.
– So hi’n lew, mae hi’n ddraig, meddai’r madarchen, yn falch iawn ohono fe’i hunan.
Rowliodd Jeff ei llygaid.
– Ac yn bwysicach, dw i’n rîly llwgu. Dw i isie troi’r ddraig ‘na’n fasnaid mawr o gwstard.
Parhaodd Daf i gael ei brofiad seicedelig.
– Iawn, bydd angen i ni wneud defod. Ond mae rhaid i fi dy rybudd – bydd hi’n un gymhleth.
Erbyn hyn, roedd chwant cwstard ar Jeff yn daer iawn. Cytunodd.
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Dave rolled a catnip cigarette and had a psychedelic experience while Jeff went to speak with the mushrooms. She scratched at the earth over and over. The mushroom leader, who looked stressed, appeared. Perhaps he was doing something very important.
– What on earth are you thinking? said the mushroom, frowning.
The magic mushrooms were usually willing to help. What’s wrong with him, thought Jeff.
– I was in the middle of lecturing on a highly important point.
– What?
– I don’t remember.
– Look, said Jeff, we have to get rid of that enormous dragon. It’s squashed a catnip plant and burned the lawn, and we can’t leave it lying there.
– It’s not a lion, it’s a dragon.
Jeff rolled her eyes.
– And more importantly, I’m really starving. I want to turn that dragon into a big basin of custard.
Dave continued to have his psychedelic experience.
– OK, we’ll have to do a ritual. But I have to warn you – it’ll be a complex one.
By now, Jeff’s urge for custard was desperate. She agreed.
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