Dyw Jeff y gath ddim yn hapus gyda Daf. Mae mentrau busnes Daf wastad yn hollol dwp. Dyw hi ddim wedi gwneud dim elw o gwbl.
– Felly… meddai Jeff, yn grac nawr, – Rwyt ti wedi gwneud i Santes Dwynwen lefain, mae Branwen a Dewi Sant yn socan… pa fath o gysyniad rhamantus sy’n dod nesa?
– Dw i ddim yn siwr, meddai Daf. – Dw i’n rhedeg mas o syniadau. Beth am i ni gynnig tri dymuniad i bobl?
– Y’n ni wedi cael stori am dri dymuniad o’r blaen. Eniwê, pwy sy’n mynd i freinio’r dymuniadau?
– Allen ni ofyn i Dewi Sant i gael sgwrs gyda Duw.
Mae Jeff yn edrych ar Dewi Sant. Mae e wedi bod yn yfed eto, ac mae fe wedi pasio mas.
– Faint mor aml yn union wyt ti’n meddwl bod Dewi Sant yn siarad â Duw?
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Saesneg / English
Running out of ideas
Jeff the cat is not happy with Dave. Dave’s business ventures are always stupid. She has made no profit at all.
– So … says Jeff, angrily now, – You’ve made St Dwynwen cry, Branwen and St David are soaking wet … what sort of romantic concept is coming next?
– I’m not sure, says Dave. – I’m running out of ideas. How about we offer people three wishes?
– We’ve had a story about three wishes before. Anyway, who is going to grant the wishes?
– We could ask St David to have a word with God.
Jeff looks at St David. He’s been drinking again, and he’s passed out.
– Exactly how often do you think Saint David talks to God?
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