Mae’n niwlog heddiw. Mae popeth wedi diflannu.
Popeth, hynny yw, heblaw am het yr Esgob, sydd yn dal i gael ei gwisgo gan yr enwog Bryn Terfel. Dyw Bryn Terfel ddim yn rhedeg o gwmpas erbyn hyn. Mae’n rhy beryglus yn y niwl.
Mae Daf y gath wedi penderfynu cael cyntun yn hen dun rhostio Bryn Terfel. Ond mae Eifion yr octopws eisoes yn cysgu yn fan’na.
Does dim byd i’w wneud ond defnyddio Bryn Terfel a het yr esgob fel goleufa a cherdded o’i gwmpas mewn cylch.
Saesneg / English
It’s foggy today. Everything has disappeared.
Everything, that is, except for the Bishop’s hat, which is still worn by the famous Bryn Terfel. Bryn Terfel is not running around now. It is too dangerous in the fog.
Dave the cat has decided to have a snioze in Bryn Terfel’s old roasting tin. But Eifion the octopus is already sleeping there.
There is nothing to do but use Bryn Terfel and the bishop’s hat as a beacon and walk around him in a circle.
