Ar ôl i Jeff y gath awgrymu dwyn sied Dewi Sant er mwyn i Daf gael cerbyd am wneud ei ddosbarthiadau, dechreuodd y cathod gynllunio.
Roedd angen iddynt aros tan yr oedd Dewi’n fflyrtan gyda Santes Dwynwen, neu’n ysmygu ger y gwely rhosod. Yn anffodus, roedd gan Dewi Sant syniadau eraill heddiw. Un am yfed oedd y Sant, ac oedd e’n eistedd gyda’r Frenhines Branwen yn y sied, yn arllwys diodydd cryf, un ar ôl y llall. Erbyn hyn, roedd Branwen yn feddw iawn.
– Ŵŵŵŵ, meddai Branwen, – edrycha ar y cathod. Nid yr ydwyf wedi gweld cathod mor bert o’r blaen. Helo cathod!
Plygodd Branwen i lawr, yn ddi-ddal. Bytheiriodd.
Camodd Daf tuag at y Frenhines yn reddfol. Arhosodd am eiliad.
– Nathon ni gwrdd â’n gilydd mewn stori arall, actually, meddai Daf, heb ddiddordeb.
– GLOU! criodd Jeff, a neidiodd i fewn i’r sied.
– Be ti neud? meddai Daf.
– Man a man eu herwgipio. Bydd hi’n hwyl.
Cyn i Dewi Sant a’r Frenhines Branwen sylweddoli beth oedd yn digwydd, dilynodd Daf Jeff i fewn i’r sied, ffeindiodd Jeff yr allweddi a thanio’r injan.
– Dalwch ych afael yn dynn! meddai Jeff, a bant â nhw.
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After Jeff the cat suggested stealing Saint David’s shed in order for Dave to have a new vehicle to do his deliveries, the cats started to plan.
They needed to wait until Saint David was flirting with Saint Dwynwen, or smoking by the rose bed. Unfortunately, Saint David had other ideas today. The Saint was one for drinking, and was sitting in the shed with the Queen Branwen, pouring strong drinks, one after another. By now, Branwen was very drunk.
– Ooooh, said Branwen, – look at the cats. I have not seen such pretty cats before. Hello cats!
Branwen lent down, unsteadily. She belched.
Dave stepped towards the queen, instinctively. He stopped for a moment.
– We met each other in another story, actually, said Dave, without interest.
– QUICK! cried Jeff, and jumped into the shed.
– What you doing? said Dave.
– Might as well kidnap them too. It’ll be fun.
Before Saint David and Queen Branwen realised what was happening, Dave followed Jeff into the shed, and Jeff found the keys and fired up the engine.
– Hold on tight! said Jeff, and off they went.
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