Mae llawer o waith yn digwydd yn yr ardd.
Mae’r tatws yn mynd i adeiladu tŷ bychan perffaith i Franz Kafka. Ond yn gyntaf, mae angen brics.
Mae’r pridd yn Ffosgoch yn llawn dop o glai, sydd yn ddelfrydol. Ond mae’r ddaear yn galed iawn oherwydd y sychder diweddar, felly mae’r tatws methu palu ynddo fe.
Bloeddio yw’r Prifdaten, fel arfer.
– PALWCH! PALWCH!
– Ond mae’n amhosib, meddai un daten ddewr.
Mae’r Prifdaten yn ei ladd e gyda ffon yn syth.
– OES CWYN GAN RYWUN ARALL?
Mae hyn wedi mynd bach yn dywyll, meddylia Daf y gath, sydd yn gwylio o bell.
Cyn bo hir, mae’r tatws wedi cwyno fesul un, ac mae’r Prifdaten wedi’u lladd nhw fesul un.
– Mae gen i syniad, meddai Dewi Sant ymhlith â’r lladdfa.
Saesneg / English
Franz Kafka’s house, part 2
There is a lot of work going on in the garden.
The potatoes are going to build a perfect little house for Franz Kafka. But first, there is a need for bricks.
The soil in Ffosgoch is full of clay, which is ideal. But the ground is very hard due to the recent drought, so the potatoes cannot dig in it.
The Prime Potato is bawling as usual.
– DIG! DIG!
– But it’s impossible, says one brave potato.
The Prime Potato immediately kills him with a stick.
– DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE A COMPLAINT?
This has gone a bit dark, thinks Dave the cat, who is watching from afar.
Before long, the potatoes have complained one by one, and the Prime Potato has killed them one by one.
– I have an idea, says Saint David amidst the slaughter.
