Mae Dewi Sant yn teimlo’n drist heddiw, ac mae’r tristwch yn heintus.
O diar.
Pam hynny?
Wel, am un peth mae Dewi wedi rhedeg mas o sigarennau. Ac mae e’n gwrthod fêpio.
Unrhyw beth arall?
Dyw e ddim yn sicr. Ond mae e fel cwmwl du.
Mae Jeff y gath yn trio ei helpu.
— Tisie dod am dro? gofyn Jeff. — Falle bydde awr yn yr awyr iach yn neud byd o les i ti.
Cwyd Dewi ei ysgwyddau.
Mae’n dro Daf i drio helpu.
— Tisie cyffurie? gofyn Daf. — Mae pob math o gyffurie da fi.
Mae hwyliau Dewi Sant yn dechrau ysgafnhau.
Saesneg / English
Sadness
Saint David is feeling sad today, and the sadness is contagious.
Oh dear.
Why is that?
Well, for one thing Saint David has run out of cigarettes. And he refuses to vape.
Anything else?
He’s not sure. But he is like a black cloud.
Jeff the cat tries to help him.
— D’you want to come for a walk? asks Jeff. – Maybe an hour in the fresh air would do you the world of good.
Saint David shrugs his shoulders.
It’s Dave’s turn to try and help.
— D’you want some drugs? asks Dave. – I’ve got all kinds of drugs.
Saint David’s mood starts to lighten.