Dyma Dewi Sant yn yfed cwrw achos ei fod e wedi derbyn llythyr oddi wrth yr esgob. Mae e’n ei agor e, a rhoi e i’r neilltu. Er mwyn darllen llythyr yr esgob, mae angen rhywbeth cryfach arno fe. Mae e’n arllwys llond gwydraid o wisgi, a chael cegaid. Nawr mae e’n teimlo’n barod.
DEWI,
PAM NA DDEST TI YMA DDOE? YR YDWYF YN GRAC IAWN. MAE RHAID I TI ESBONIO, YN FUAN.
YR ESGOB
Mae Dewi Sant yn meddwl bod yr esgob yn dechrau swnio fel y Prifdaten. Mae e hyd yn oed yn bloeddio yn ei lythyrau e. Mae angen ar Dewi Sant feddwl am esgusodion, yn gyflym iawn. Mae e’n tanio ffag, ac aros am ysbrydoliaeth.
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Here’s Saint David drinking beer because he has received a letter from the bishop. He opens it, and puts it to one side. In order to read a letter from the bishop, he needs something stronger. He pours a full glass of whisky, and has a mouthful. Now he feels prepared.
DAVID,
WHY DIDN’T YOU COME HERE YESTERDAY? I AM VERY ANGRY. YOU MUST EXPLAIN, SOON.
THE BISHOP
Saint David thinks that the bishop is starting to sound like the Prime Potato. He is even shouting in his letters. Saint David needs to think of some excuses, very quickly. He lights a fag, and waits for inspiration.
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