Perhaps it’s the storks that bring us new words, they come in the night and poke them through the letter box.
That would explain the moments when a word suddenly appears in your head, you just breathed in a new word left by the stork.
It would also explain how words appear in dreams.
Expanding a little on last nights far reaching conversation.
Roedd yn brynhawn hyfryd, yr haul yn tywynnu ond nid oedd y cwmwl bach yn hapus.
Pam oedd y cwmwl bach anhapus, mae’n achos ei fod wedi colli ei enfys.
Dechreuodd wylo am ei fod wedi colli ei enfys, daeth ei ddagrau glaw.
Mae’r glaw yn disgyn tuag at y tir ar tri mochyn bach a oedd yn gorwedd yn llonydd ar y traeth.
Dechreuodd un mochyn bach yn cwyno nad oedd yn hoffi’r glaw.
Mae mochyn bach arall yn hapus i chwerthin am y peth, a dweud peidiwch â phoeni, mae gen i sebon yn fy mag, gallwch fanteisio ar y cyfle i olchi y tu ôl i’ch clustiau.
Dywedodd y trydydd mochyn bach oh edrych enfys wedi ymddangos yn yr awyr.
Ie, pan mae’n bwrw glaw ar ddiwrnod heulog, mae’r haul yn tywynnu drwy’r glaw ac yn gwneud enfys.
Mae rwan, y cwmwl bach yn hapus unwaith eto, mae ddiwrnod arall’n dda.
It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shinning but the little cloud was not happy.
Why was the little cloud unhappy, because he had lost his rainbow.
He started crying because he had lost his rainbow, his tears became rain.
The rain fell towards the land onto three little pigs that were lying still on the beach.
One little pig started complaining that he did not like the rain.
Another little pig was happy to laugh about it, and said do not worry, i have soap in my bag, you can take the opportunity to wash behind your ears.
The third little pig said oh look a rainbow has appeared in the sky.
Yes, when it rains on a sunny day, the sunshines through the rain and makes a rainbow.
Now, the little cloud is happy again, another good day.
Cheers J.P.