Mae’r enwog Owain Glyndŵr wedi dringo allan o’i dwll yn yr ardd a’i ail-lenwi â phridd. Mae e’n edrych bach yn ddeifiedig.
Ceisiodd trigolion y gwareiddiad colledig ar waelod ei dwll ei goginio mewn dysgl gaserol anferth, ond heb lwyddiant. Digwydd bod, mae ei arfwisg o ddeunydd gwrth-fflam.
Mae Santes Dwynwen yn mynnu y dylai’r enwog Owain Glyndŵr gael bath. Ond dyw e ddim am gael “bath” arall eto.
Mae e’n rhuo fel buwch llaith a mynd i chwarae â’i geir bach.
Yn y cyfamser, mae Daf y gath yn myfyrio am y gwareiddiad colledig. Sut ydyn nhw’n anadlu o dan y ddaear? Pwy a ŵyr.
Mae hi’n cymryd llond llaw o catnip. Efallai bydd yr ateb yn y Crymych Arall y tu hwnt i’r gorwel.
Saesneg / English
Singed
The famous Owain Glyndŵr has climbed out of his hole in the garden and refilled it with soil. He looks a bit singed.
The inhabitants of the lost civilization at the bottom of his hole tried to cook him in a giant casserole dish, but without success. It just so happens that his armour is made of flame retardant material.
Saint Dwynwen insists that the famous Owain Glyndŵr should have a bath. But he doesn’t want to have another “bath” yet.
He roars like a wet cow and goes to play with his toy cars.
Meanwhile, Dave the cat wonders about the lost civilization. How do they breathe underground? Who knows.
She takes a handful of catnip. Perhaps the answer will be in the Other Crymych beyond the horizon.
