Mae rhywbeth yn bod ar Owain Glyndŵr. Byth ers i’r gwartheg gyrraedd, mae ei groen e wedi ffrwydro â phlorod.
Ych a fi.
Mae Owain Glyndŵr yn edrych yn ffiaidd. Mae ei wyneb fel un ploryn mawr. Mae e’n ymguddio y tu ôl i’w arfwisg.
Mae Daf y gath eisiau byrstio plorod Owain Glyndŵr gyda’i chrafangau, ond mae Dewi Sant yn ei rhwystro.
– Falle bod y pla arno fe, meddai Dewi Sant. – Alle fe fod yn heintus.
– Y pla? meddai Santes Dwynwen, cyn rhedeg i ffwrdd.
Dyw Owain Glyndŵr ddim yn heintiedig, wrth gwrs. Achos ei blorod oedd gormodaeth o laeth.
Saesneg / English
Infectious
There is something wrong with Owain Glyndŵr. Ever since the cattle arrived, his skin has exploded with spots.
Ugh.
Owain Glyndŵr looks disgusting. His face is like one big spot. He is hiding behing his armour.
Dave the cat wants to burst Owain Glyndŵr’s spots with her claws, but Saint David stops her.
– He might have the plague, said Dewi Sant. – He could be infectious.
– The plague? asks Santes Dwynwen, before running away.
Owain Glyndŵr is not infected, of course. The cause of his spots was too much milk.
