Mae pawb yn cyrraedd gartref yn y bwced. Roedd Jeff yn gywir – roedd y bwced yn gyflymach na’r blychau.
– Tybed sut ddigwyddodd hynny, meddai Jeff.
– Byddai’n well i ti beidio gofyn, meddai Daf.
Mae Daf y gath yn edrych ar Santes Dwynwen. Mae hi dal yn diferu cwstard o’i chwmpas.
– Jeff, oes peipen dŵr rwber yn yr ardd? gofynna Daf.
– Oes, wrth gwrs.
– Beth am i ni sefydlu Golchi Seintiau gyda’r bwced a’r beipen? Fel Golchi Ceir, ond… ar gyfer seintiau. Sydd wedi’u gorchuddio â chwstard. Gallen ni wneud bach o arian.
– A faint mor aml wyt ti’n meddwl bod seintiau’n cael eu gorchuddio â chwstard yng nghyffredinol?
– Wel, bron bob dydd fan hyn.
Mae Jeff yn rholio ei llygaid hi. Mae Santes Dwynwen yn parhau i ddiferu’n drist.
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Bucket Venture
Everyone arrives home in the bucket. Jeff was right – the bucket was faster than the boxes.
– I wonder how that happened, says Jeff.
– You’d better not ask, says Dave.
Dave the cat looks at Saint Dwynwen. She is still dripping custard around her.
– Jeff, is there a hose in the garden? asks Dave.
– Yes, of course.
– Let’s set up a Saints’ Wash with the bucket and hose. Like a Car Wash, but … for saints. Who are covered in custard. We could make a bit of money.
– And how often do you think saints are generally covered with custard?
– Well, almost every day round here.
Jeff rolls her eyes. Saint Dwynwen continues to drip sadly.
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