Mae Dwynwen am fynd. Mae popeth yn dawel iawn erbyn hyn.
Mae hi’n teimlo’n hiraethus am yr hen ddyddiau, ond mae’n bryd iddi symud ymlaen.
Ydy hi’n mynd i’r nefoedd?
Nac ydy. Mae hi wedi troi ei gefn ar Gristnogaeth.
Wrth iddi fwytho Daf y gath am y tro olaf, mae rhywbeth yn ymddangos uwch eu pennau.
Dyma’r enwog Julian Cope yn ei gromlech hedfanol, ac mae e wedi dod i nôl Dwynwen. Hwrê! Byddan nhw’n sicr o gael llawer o anturiaethau difyr gyda’i gilydd yn y Crymych Arall y tu hwnt i’r gorwel.
Ychydig eiliadau’n ddiweddarach, maen nhw wedi diflannu i’r pellter.
Saesneg / English
Goodbye, Dwynwen
Dwynwen wants to go. Everything is very quiet now.
She feels nostalgic for the old days, but it’s time for her to move on.
Is she going to heaven?
No. She has turned her back on Christianity.
As she strokes Dave the cat for the last time, something appears above them.
It’s the famous Julian Cope in his flying cromlech, and he has come to fetch Dwynwen. Hooray! They are sure to have lots of interesting adventures together in the Other Crymych beyond the horizon.
A few seconds later, they have disappeared into the distance.