Mae mam yr efeilliaid wedi dychwelyd. Mae hi wedi dod i nôl yr enwog Owain Glyndŵr.
Ond fel unrhyw plentyn sy ddim eisiau gadael parti pen-blwydd, dyw Owain ddim am fynd.
Mae’n hen bryd i ti fynd, Owain.
Mae Owain yn mwytho’r cathod. Ond mae Daf y gath wedi cael digon o gael ei mwytho, ac mae hi’n ei grafu.
Iawn. Mae e’n barod.
Yn ei ddagrau, mae Owain yn tynnu ei arfwisg a gwisgo ei got smart. Ond mae e’n mynd i fod yn ddewr, fel y tywysog y mae e.
Felly bant â fe, law yn llaw â’i fam.
Saesneg / English
Goodbye, Owain
The twins’ mum has returned. She has come to fetch the famous Owain Glyndŵr.
But like any child who doesn’t want to leave a birthday party, Owain doesn’t want to go.
It’s high time you went, Owain.
Owain is stroking the cats. But Dave the cat has had enough of being stroked, and she scratches him.
OK. He is ready.
In tears, Owain takes off his armour and puts on his smart coat. But he is going to be brave, like the prince he is.
So off he goes, hand in hand with his mother.