Mae Daf y gath yn esbonio ei syniad am fenter busnes newydd wrth Dewi Sant. Mae Dewi wedi tanio ffag ac agor potel o gwrw, ac mae e’n gwrando’n astud.
– …a felly galla i dy ddosbarthu at dy gariad di ar ddydd Santes Dwynwen. Am daliad bychan.
– Beth fydd rhaid i fi wneud? gofynna Dewi Sant.
– Mae rhaid i ti ddringo i mewn i’r blwch hwn, ac wedyn jyst aros. Yna fe wna i’r gweddill.
– Iawn.
Yn anwastad, mae Dewi Sant yn dringo i mewn i’r blwch. Mae popeth yn mynd yn dywyll wrth i Daf y gath gau’r caead, ac mae Dewi Sant yn syrthio i gysgu.
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Pan mae Dewi Sant yn dihuno, mae e’n dringo allan o’r blwch. Mae’n debyg ei fod e wedi mynd ar goll yn y post. Mae e yng Ngwlad Pwyl.
– Wel, dyma ychydig o antur, meddai, a bant â fe i ffeindio fodca.
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Box (Saint Dwynwen’s Day 2022, part 3)
Dave the cat is explaining her idea for a new business venture to St David. St David has lit a fag and opened a bottle of beer, and he is listening intently.
– … and so I can send you to your beloved on St Dwynwen’s day. For a tiny payment.
– What will I have to do? asks St David.
– You have to climb into this box, and then just wait. Then I will do the rest.
– OK.
Unsteadily, St David climbs into the box. Everything goes dark as Dave the cat closes the lid, and St David falls asleep.
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When St David wakes up, he climbs out of the box. It seems that he has got lost in the post. He is in Poland.
– Well, this is a bit of an adventure, he says, and off he goes to find vodka.
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