Yn yr ardd, mae Samuel Beckett yn achosi problemau anferth.
Mae e wedi claddu Santes Dwynwen i lan i’w gwddf mewn pentwr compost.
Mae e wedi gwneud i’r madarch deimlo’n isel iawn gan ddarllen cerdd addrodus, ddiflas dro ar ôl tro.
Mae e wedi clymu Dewi Sant wrth gadair ac arllwys ei frandi dros y llawr.
Mae Franz Kafka’n mynd at y cathod i’u gofyn iddyn nhw am help. Mae Daf y gath yn llyfu ei thraed. Does dim diddordeb gyda hi.
Ond mae syniad gyda Jeff.
– Dw i’n gwybod beth i’w wneud, meddai Jeff. – Un tro, roedd rhaid i fi ddelio gyda T. H. Parry-Williams.
Saesneg / English
The Beckett crisis
In the garden, Samuel Beckett is causing enormous problems.
He has buried Saint Dwynwen up to her neck in a compost heap.
He has made the mushrooms feel very depressed by reading a repetitive, boring poem over and over again.
He has tied Saint David to a chair and poured his brandy over the floor.
Franz Kafka goes to the cats to ask them for help. Dave the cat is licking her feet. She is not interested.
But Jeff has an idea.
– I know what to do, says Jeff. – I once had to deal with T. H. Parry-Williams.
