– Ni ‘di creu llanast eto, meddai Daf y gath.
Mae hi’n sefyll yng nghwmni’r enwog Julian Cope ac edrych ar yr holl Oweiniau Glyndŵr yn achosi trafferth yn y labordy.
Yn lle creu miliwn o siaradwyr Cymraeg, mae Daf y gath a’i pheiriannau wedi creu miliwn o dwpsod.
– Sana i isie clonio pethe dim mwy, meddai Daf.
Yn sydyn, mae Julian Cope yn cael syniad.
– ‘Sen ni’n rhoi’r cwbl lot mewn blwch cardbord, allen ni bostio nhw i’r Crymych Arall y tu hwnt i’r gorwel.
– Ond byddai’r gost bostio’n ddrud tu hwnt.
– Arhoswch am funud, meddai Jeff y gath. – Ma botwm gwyrdd fan hyn. Beth ma hwnna’n neud?
Mae hi’n gwasgu’r botwm. Mae’r Oweiniau Glyndŵr i gyd yn diflannu — hynny yw, ac eithrio’r un gwreiddiol. Am gyfleus.
– Am gyfleus, meddai Daf y gath.
Saesneg / English
Idiots
– We’ve made a mess again, says Dave the cat.
She is standing in the company of the famous Julian Cope and looking at all the Owain Glyndŵrs causing trouble in the laboratory.
Instead of creating a million Welsh speakers, Dave the cat and her machines have created a million idiots.
– I don’t want to clone things any more, says Dave.
Suddenly, Julian Cope has an idea.
– If we put the whole lot in a cardboard box, we could post them to the Other Crymych beyond the horizon.
– But the cost of postage would be extremely expensive.
– Wait a minute, says Jeff the cat. – There’s a green button here. What does that do?
She presses the button. The Owain Glyndŵrs all disappear — that is, except the original one. How convenient.
– How convenient, says Dave the cat.
