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A farmer was out on his Welsh hillside tending his flock one day,when he saw a man drinking with a cupped hand from the stream which ran down from one of his fields. Realising the danger, he shouted over to the man, “paid a yfed yr dwr! Mae’n ych-y-fi” (don’t drink the water, it’s not nice).
The man at the stream lifted his head and put a cupped hand to his ear,shrugged his shoulders at the farmer, and carried on drinking. Realising the man at the stream couldn’t hear him, the farmer move closer. “Paid fachgen! Dwr ych-y-fi! Sheep crappio yn y dwr!” (Don’t boy,the sheep crap in the water). Still the walker couldn’t hear the farmer. Finally the farmer walked right up to the man at the stream and once again said “Dwr yn ych-y-fi! Dim yfed!” (the water’s dirty don’t drink it!)
“I’m dreadfully sorry my good man, I couldn’t understand a word you said dear boy!” said the man at the stream in a fine English accent, “Oh I see” said the farmer. “I was just saying, if you use both hands you can get more in…” > >
A Welshman was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck. Only a
sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him. After looking around, he
realised that they were stranded on a deserted island. After being
there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two animal
companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set. One
particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus
clouds the breeze was warm and gentle – a perfect night for romance. As
they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the
lonely Welshman. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm
around it. But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled
fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep.After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together,
but there was no more cuddling. A few weeks passed by and, lo and
behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful
young woman, the most beautiful woman the man had ever seen. She was
in a pretty bad way when he rescued her and he slowly nursed her back
to health. When the young maiden was well enough, he introduced her to
their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening red sky,
cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze – perfect for a night of
romance. Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get “those feelings”
again. He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in
and leaned over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her
ear,“Would you mind taking the dog for a walk”.
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