Chwibanodd yr Archfadarchen, a daeth sawl madarchen arall mas o’r ddaear. Roedd pennau coch gyda nhw, ac roedden nhw i gyd yn cario offer dirgel wrth iddyn nhw canu cân am gwstard.
– Dan nhw wedi bod yn gwrando arnon ni? gofynnodd Jeff.
– Nac ydyn, mae obsesiwn mawr â chwstard gyda nhw ‘fyd.
– Wedi neud hyn o’r blân, ‘te?
– O, do.
Erbyn hyn, roedd y madarch yn dawnsio o gwmpas y ddraig. Taniasant hwythau canhwyllau, wrth i rai fod mewn ffeit mawr dros offeryn hir â oedd botwm coch mawr arno.
Gwenodd yr Archfadarchen.
– Maen nhw i gyd isie cychwyn yr holl beth.
– Gad i fi neud e, meddai Jeff.
– Na, mae rhywbeth pwysig i ti’w wneud yn gynta.
O flaen Jeff, safodd madarchen a oedd yn gwenu’n lydan.
– Llyfa fe, meddai’r Archfadarch.
Ufuddhaodd hi.
Yn syth bìn, roedd Jeff yn hedfan trwy gefndir lliwgar. Hedfanodd draig wen uwch ei phen hi, cyn iddi lanio mewn llanerch, lle’r oedd cerddoriaeth rhamantus i’w glywed, a chalonnau bach yn hofran yn yr awyr. Ymddangosodd menyw benfelen atyniadol, wedi gwisgo mewn gwisg oedd yn llifo i’r ddaear, ac oedd yn dangos rhigol ei bronnau.
– Helo, meddai’r fenyw, mewn llais rhywiol. – Santes Dwynwen dw i.
Gwyliodd Jeff wrth iddi bwyntio at nant a oedd yn byrlymu gerllaw.
– Dyma fy nant, meddai Santes Dwynwen, fy nant cwstard cariad.
– Cwstard cariad? meddai Jeff. – Mae hwnna’n swno’n disgusting.
Roedd yna ffrwydriad enfawr cyn i Jeff ffeindio ei hunan yng nghanol y llawnt, wedi gorchuddio mewn cwstard, ac yn edrych ar gi du hapus a oedd wedi ymddangos lle’r oedd y ddraig wedi bod.
– Shwmae, meddai’r ci. – Draig dw i.
Cwblhaodd daf ei brofiad seicedelig. Agorodd ei lygaid ef yn araf.
– Ydw i wedi colli unrhyw beth?
– Dim rîly, meddai Jeff, yn llyfu cwstard oddi ar ei thraed. Ond dw i ‘di troi’r ddraig yn gi.
– Shwmae, meddai’r ci – Draig dw i.
– Wfft i hyn, ‘te, meddai Daf, cyn anelu at ei fan er mwyn gwneud dosbarthiadau’r dydd.
– Ble mae’r staff? meddai Jeff.
Daeth y stori i’w diwedd o’r diwedd.
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Saesneg / English
The Arch-mushroom whistled, a several other mushrooms came out of the ground. They had red heads, and they were all carrying mysterious implements while singing a song about custard.
– Have they been listening to us? asked Jeff.
– No, they’ve got a big obsession with custard too.
– Done this before then?
– O, yes.
By now, the mushrooms were dancing around the dragon. They lit candles, while some were in a big fight over a long instrument with a big red button on it.
The Arch-mushroom smiled.
– They all want to start the whole thing.
– Let me do it, said Jeff.
– No, there’s something important for you to do first.
In front of Jeff there stood a mushroom who was grinning broadly.
– Lick him, said the Arch-mushroom.
She obeyed. The Arch-mushroom pressed the big red button.
Straight away, Jeff was flying through a colourful background. A white dragon flew overhead, before she landed in a clearing, where there was romantic music to be heard, and little hearts hovering in the air. An attractive blonde woman appeared, dressed in a costume that flowed to the ground, and was showing her cleavage.
– Hello, said the woman, in a sexy voice. – I’m Saint Dwynwen.
Jeff watched as she pointed at a stream that was bubbling nearby.
– This is my stream, said Saint Dwynwen, my stream of love custard.
– Love custard? said Jeff. – That sounds disgusting.
There was a massive explosion before Jeff found herself in the middle of the lawn, covered in custard, and looking at a happy black dog who had appeared where the dragon had been.
– Hello, said the dog. – I’m Dragon.
Dave finished his psychedelic experience. He opened his eyes slowly.
– Have I missed anything?
– Not really, said Jeff, licking custard off her feet. But I’ve turned the dragon into a dog.
– Hello, said the dog. – I’m Dragon.
– Sod this, then, said Dave, before heading for his van to make the day’s deliveries.
– Where’s the staff? said Jeff.
The story finally finished.
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