Lle mae Santes Dwynwen yn derbyn darlith.
Un diwrnod, roedd Daf y gath yn brysur gwneud dim byd yn yr ardd, pan ymddangosod Santes Dwynwen mewn cymyl o galonnau pinc bach, yn cario powlen o gwstard.
– Santes Dwynwen dw i. Wyt ti isie bach o… gwstard cariad? meddai Santes Dwynwen, yn lithiol.
– Cwstard cariad? meddai Daf. – Mae hwnna’n swno’n disgusting. Gofynnwch i Jeff, mae hi’n hoffi pethe fel ‘na.
Pwyntiodd ar ei ffrind calico.
Wrth iddi fynd ar hyd yr ardd, caeth Santes Dwynwen ei stopio gan Pwllgor Piwritanaidd y Tatws, a oedd wedi ymgynull o flaen sied Dewi Sant. Siaradodd y Prif Daten fel criwr.
– Yr Ydym yn mynnu eich bod chi’n mynd â’ch cwstard i ffwrdd. Anfoesol y mae e. Rydym yn mynnu hefyd eich bod chi’n gwisgo rhywbeth llai… amlwg. Fyddwn ni ddim yn derbyn ymddygiad fel hyn yn ein gardd.
Edrychodd Santes Dwynwen ar Daf yn ddryslyd.
– Y’n nhw wastod fel hyn?
– Sai’mod, atebiodd Daf, – sai’di gweld nhw o’r blaen.
Aeth Draig y ci tuag at y tatws, a phisio arnynt.
– Dyna ni, meddai Daf, – dylen nhw fod yn dawel bellach.
– Helo, meddai Draig. – Draig dw i.
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Saesneg / English
The Potato Committee
In which St Dwynwen receives a lecture.
One day, Dave the cat was busy doing nothing in the garden, when St Dwynwen appeared in a cloud of little pink hearts, carrying a bowl of custard.
– I’m St Dwynwen. Would you like a little love custard? said St Dwynwen, seductively.
– Love custard? said Dave. – That sounds disgusting. Ask Jeff, she likes that sort of thing.
He pointed at his calico friend.
As she went along the garden, St Dwynwen was stopped by the Puritanical Potato Committee, which had gathered in front of St David’s shed. The Prime Potato spoke like a town crier.
– We insist that you take your custard away. It is immoral. We also insist that you wear something less… obvious. We will not accept behaviour like this in our garden.
St Dwynwen looked at Dave, confused.
– Are they always like this?
– Dunno, answered Dave, – never seen them before.
Dragon the dog went towards the potatoes, and pissed on them.
– There we go, said Dave, they should be quiet now.
– Hello, said Dragon. – I’m Dragon.
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