Ar frig y goeden ffa, mae’r band jazz-funk sanctaidd yn camu trwy’r drws hudolus â’r geiriau “TAITH FYD-EANG” arno fe, yn syth i fws teithio.
Mae’r bws eisoes ar ei ffordd i’w gig nesaf nhw.
– Ble ni’n chwarae’r gig heno? meddai Daf y gath, sydd yn rhaglenni ei pheiriant drymiau â phatrymau newydd yn barod.
Dydy’r gyrrwr, sydd yn edrych fel Jock Stein, ddim yn ateb.
– Butlins ife? gofyn Jeff.
– Syrpréis yw e, meddai’r gyrrwr.
Yn y cyfamser mae Dewi Sant wedi dod o hyd i dŷ bach y bws teithio a’i flocio.
Saesneg / English
Tour bus
At the top of the beanstalk, the holy jazz-funk band steps through the magical door with the words “WORLD TOUR” on it, straight into a tour bus.
The bus is already on its way to their next gig.
– Where are we playing the gig tonight? says Dave the cat, who is already programming her drum machine with new patterns.
The driver, who looks like Jock Stein, doesn’t answer.
– Butlins, is it? asksJeff.
– It’s a surprise, said the driver.
In the meantime Dewi Sant has found the tour bus’s toilet and blocked it.
