Mae’r cathod wedi hwylio Troediwr y Wawr i fin y ddaear.
Mae’n debyg bod y Fflat-yrthyrs yn gywir wedi’r cwbl.
— Be ni fod i neud nawr? gofyn Jeff.
— Sai’mod, medd Daf. — Falle ddylen ni fynd.
— Allen ni dowlu pen Owain Glyndŵr i’r môr a mynd.
— Syniad da.
Yn sydyn, mae goleuadau llachar a chanu angylion. Mae Alan wedi ymddangos, yng nghwmni Santes Dwynwen. Mae’r môr fel llyn tawel o gwstard.
Ac mae Alan wedi dod â chorff Owain Glyndŵr. Bydd hi’n bosib ei drwsio! Hwrê!
Saesneg / English
Edge of the world
The cats have sailed the Dawn Treader to the edge of the earth.
It looks like the Flat-Earthers were right after all.
— What should we do now? asks Jeff.
— Dunno says Dave. – Maybe we should go.
— We could throw Owain Glyndŵr’s head into the sea and go.
— Good idea.
Suddenly, there are bright lights and the singing of angels. Alan has appeared, accompanied by Saint Dwynwen. The sea is like a calm lake of custard.
And Alan has brought the body of Owain Glyndŵr. It will be possible to repair him! Hooray!
