Munud neu ddwy ar ôl i beiriant cwstard Santes Dwynwen ffrwydro, mae Mrs. Griffiths Pant y Dderwen yn troi lan.
Mae bag siopa enfawr gyda hi, sydd yn llawn dop o gear. Yn ogystal â Daf y gath, sydd yn hollol anymwybodol.
Mae hi’n gweld yr enwog Owain Glyndŵr, yn llefain gyda’i golandr ar ei ben.
– O, druan arnat ti, meddai. – Hoffet ti darn o fara brith? Mae cocên ynddo fe.
O na.
Mae Owain Glyndŵr yn dod yn fwy afreolus nag arfer, a dechrau rhedeg o gwmpas yr ardd unwaith eto, yn glafoerio.
Saesneg / English
Mrs. Griffiths Pant y Dderwen’s visit
A minute or two after St. Dwynwen’s custard machine has exploded, Mrs. Griffiths Pant y Dderwen turns up.
She has a huge shopping bag, which is full of gear. And Dave the cat, who is completely unconscious.
She sees the famous Owain Glyndŵr, crying with his colander on his head.
– Oh, poor you, he said. – Would you like a piece of bara brith? It has cocaine in it.
Oh no.
Owain Glyndŵr becomes more unruly than usual, and starts running around the garden once more, foaming at the mouth.
