Mae rhywbeth annisgwyl wedi digwydd.
Mae selsig Franz Kafka (heblaw’r un a arteithiwyd gan Samuel Beckett) wedi dianc rhag eu paced nhw a ffurfio byddin.
Am olygfa!
Mae Samuel Beckett yn rhy brysur ypsetio’r Frenhines Branwen i sylwi bod byddin y selsig wedi’i amgylchu.
Maen nhw’n clymu Samuel Beckett wrth gadair. Mae e’n cael ei fygydu e, ac yna maen nhw’n ei adael ef i feddwl am beth mae e wedi gwneud.
– Hoffet ti fisged? meddai Daf y gath wrtho fe.
– Hoffwn. Plis, meddai Samuel Beckett.
– Does dim bisgedi ar ôl, meddai Daf.
– Dim byd i’w wneud, meddai Samuel Beckett.
Saesneg / English
The sausage army
Something unexpected has happened.
Franz Kafka’s sausages (apart from the one tortured by Samuel Beckett) have escaped from their pack and formed an army.
What a sight!
Samuel Beckett is too busy upsetting Queen Branwen to notice that the sausage army has surrounded him.
They tie Samuel Beckett to a chair. He is blindfolded, and then they leave him to think about what he has done.
– Would you like a biscuit? says Dave the cat to him.
– Yes. Please, says Samuel Beckett.
– There are no more biscuits, says Dave.
– Nothing to be done, says Samuel Beckett.
