Seren Ffyrgi Traed Moch

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-# It's the tale of an amazing pig.

-Come and hear his life story

-# He takes a bath in the mud.

-He's very happy, he's a lucky pig

-# Porchell, Ffyrgi, Dwynwen and Mol.

-They love to have fun all day long

-# In Tara, or rushing

-down the hill in the cart

-# They inspect every nook and cranny

-and follow their noses

-# Things don't always go to plan.

-Here they are - what a mess!

-# Sometimes his eyes start blazing.

-He must be onto a brand new plan

-# It must be something amazing.

-Something to attract the others

-# Porchell, Ffyrgi, Dwynwen and Mol.

-They love to have fun all day long

-# In Tara, or rushing

-down the hill in the cart

-# They sleep well and get up early

-to make time to play their tricks

-# Things don't always go to plan.

-They have such crazy times #

-Well, I've seen storm clouds

-looking happier than you two today.

-What's wrong, boys?

-We're not playing with Meg any more.

-We're not playing with Meg any more.

-

-Never!

-Oh? I see.

-She's made up a new game

-and it's a silly game.

-Very silly.

-No wonder you've fallen out.

-After all, you'd never create

-a new game like that, would you?

-Yes, we would.

-Yes, we would.

-

-We create a lot of games.

-Of course you do.

-After all, there are as many ways

-to play basketball...

-..as there are to play cowboys.

-Cowboys?

-Come on, boys, stand tall.

-Wear your cowboy hats. Jump into

-the saddle and head for the horizon.

-Tad-cu! What are you going on about?

-I'm talking about being a cowboy.

-Tyddyn Llan cowboys were the fastest

-and bravest in the country.

-That's how I felt

-listening to Buck Bravo...

-..sheriff of the Wild West.

-As fast as lightning,

-Buck Bravo and his trusted steed...

-..race to stop the wild wagon.

-Faster, Culhwch.

-Come on, Culhwch.

-You'll never stop the wagon

-in time, Sheriff Bravo.

-You don't stand a chance.

-Boo!

-Buck Bravo was more than

-a radio show to us. We believed it.

-If Buck won the day,

-we were with him.

-I got him.

-There you go, Miss Bessie.

-The town and the school are safe.

-Aren't they, Culhwch?

-KISSING

-No, please. No kissing!

-No!

-Wait. It's OK, boys.

-He's kissing his horse.

-Thank goodness.

-Radio cowboys, it's time for

-Buck and Culhwch to say cheerio!

-We'll see you back here in no time.

-# We'll ride into the sunset,

-we're the best cowboys around

-# Yodel-ey-hee-hoo

-# A saddle on our horses,

-we'll be thinking of you

-# Yodel-ey-hee-hoo

-Cheerio, cowboys.

-Cheerio, Buck.

-Buck Bravo excited us so much,

-we had to be cowboys ourselves.

-Tad-cu, you're in Wales.

-There are no cowboys in Wales.

-What we had was imagination

-and that was enough to make us...

-..anything we wanted to be.

-Dear me, look!

-Would you believe it! It's a star.

-A badge. A sheriff's badge.

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-We're all going to be sheriffs.

-Sorry, this is a one-sheriff town.

-What?!

-There's only one star.

-Who elected you sheriff?

-Well, you know...

-You don't elect a sheriff.

-How do you decide

-who becomes a sheriff?

-We had to think for a while.

-Finally, we decided on a fair way

-to choose a sheriff.

-Now, whoever throws

-nearest to the tin...

-..gets the star.

-Alright, I'll go first.

-Beat that, Porchell.

-Beat that, Porchell.

-

-Of course I will.

-Dear me! I did it.

-That was a great throw, fair play.

-It's my turn now.

-Come on, Ffyrgi. Be careful.

-Use all your strength.

-What a pity. You can be my deputy.

-Steady on.

-The star belongs to Sheriff Ffyrgi.

-Sorry, Porchell.

-He won. Fair's fair.

-Great guns!

-You look good, Sheriff Ffyrgi.

-Don't worry about a thing.

-I'll give you plenty of help.

-Right, what are we going to do?

-I know. Let's hunt down

-the worst and nastiest bandits.

-Steady on now.

-I'm the sheriff of these parts.

-I think the sheriff

-should make the decisions.

-A-ha.

-OK then. What are we going to do?

-OK then. What are we going to do?

-

-Oh, um... follow me.

-OK.

-Here we are then, grazing again.

-That's all we do. It's boring.

-My teeth are boring.

-It might be right for you

-but it's not right for me.

-So today, we're all going to learn

-how to play football.

-American football.

-You kick, run, pass.

-It's a game.

-It's very energetic.

-The rules are simple.

-15 of you tackle.

-Not tickle - tackle!

-Time out!

-Whoa there.

-What's up, Sheriff?

-Tracks. As I feared.

-The nastiest bandits I've ever seen.

-Scary saddles! Isn't it...?

-Yes. A huge pack of...

-What? A pack of...

-Coyotes.

-Coyotes?

-Coyotes?

-

-Coyotes. Yes.

-A sheriff's job is to catch

-desperados and bandits.

-Not coyotes.

-Well, these are bad coyotes.

-Leave them to the coyote hunter.

-We should be tracking Pedol Pugh

-or the Dust Mountain Gang.

-I'm Sheriff Ffyrgi and my duty

-is to hunt down the coyotes.

-Are we really going to hunt coyotes?

-Lead the way, Sheriff Ffyrgi.

-OK. Now that we have a football

-team, we need cheerleaders.

-You do the fancy moves. Like this.

-Rah-rah-rah! Sis-boom-bah.

-Come on, flock, come on, flock,

-bah-bah-bah.

-Can you do what I did?

-DANCE MUSIC

-Well done.

-All that and pom-poms, too.

-We spent most of the afternoon...

-..looking for coyotes

-but we didn't see any.

-Ffyrgi said he was such

-a good sheriff...

-..all the coyotes

-were hiding from him.

-Then Mali came over

-and joined in the game.

-You are Mali Moyle and the

-Tyddyn Llan cowboys are chasing you.

-Am I a baddie, Porchell?

-Yes, you're the worst baddie

-ever to set foot in this county.

-You're more fun to chase

-than coyotes.

-You can pretend you've stolen money

-from the bank on the high street.

-We'll chase you back

-to your hideout and catch you.

-I can do that.

-Or you could pretend to be

-Mali Mississippi...

-..a ranch girl who's moved west.

-Here's your old wagon. These are

-your Texas longhorn cattle.

-I'd like that, Sheriff Ffyrgi.

-What are we going to do then?

-We can't drive cattle.

-Well, since these

-are special cattle...

-..they'll need to be protected...

-..from the coyotes.

-Not the coyotes again.

-Coyotes are small.

-Texas longhorns are huge.

-Coyotes can't attack longhorns.

-They can if they're organized.

-Come on, everyone together.

-Off we go.

-Yippee-ay-oh! That's what you say

-if you're a cowboy.

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-What's wrong, Lightning?

-You can smell a gang of desperados?

-There must be hundreds of them.

-Show us the way, Lightning.

-Come on then, Lightning. I don't

-think they want to have real fun.

-You haven't touched

-your second bowl of soup.

-What's bothering you?

-It's Ffyrgi. He doesn't know a thing

-about being a sheriff.

-Buck Bravo's

-never chased after coyotes.

-Not to my knowledge, no.

-Had I been sheriff, I'd be

-chasing bandits and desperados.

-I see. So you'd be

-a better sheriff than Ffyrgi.

-Of course.

-Well, maybe not better, but...

-Don't you want to play if everyone

-else doesn't play your game?

-My way is fun.

-You don't need to be the leader

-to have fun.

-Dad, is this the chat

-about being a team player or not?

-We've had that in school.

-It's worth repeating things

-sometimes.

-Oh, OK.

-If you're cowboys, why don't you

-give Ffyrgi's way a go first?

-You might be surprised

-how much fun you have.

-OK, Dad.

-If we're cowboys,

-Ffyrgi's the sheriff.

-Whoa!

-Hello, sea-mates.

-All aboard. Let's sail the seven

-seas to search for hidden treasure.

-Porchell, are you mad? You can't

-ride a horse on a sail boat.

-Anyway, we're hot on the heels

-of the coyote gang.

-Forget them. This ship

-is sailing to foreign lands.

-And who's the ship's captain, hm?

-You. Captain Dwynwen

-from the national fleet.

-Ffyrgi's the boson

-and Mali's the first mate.

-I'm the admiral.

-Porchell, you only want to play

-on the ship so you can be a leader.

-I know you.

-I've had enough of cowboys.

-I haven't.

-Nor me.

-Nor me.

-

-I like cowboys.

-Are you ready to jump

-into the saddle and trot off?

-I'm the admiral. I'm not trotting.

-Porchell.

-Dad.

-Have you learnt your lesson,

-Prisoner Porchell?

-Yes, I've learnt my lesson,

-Ffyrgi... Sheriff Ffyrgi!

-I'll release you.

-What next, Sheriff Ffyrgi?

-Since Porchell is a former criminal

-who used to side with the coyotes...

-..he can help us catch them.

-I remembered what my father had said

-about giving Ffyrgi a chance.

-Since I hadn't had fun on my own,

-I decided to play along.

-OK then. I'm in.

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-Yip...

-I followed Ffyrgi,

-but, to be honest...

-..I didn't give him

-much of a chance.

-As I saw it,

-he wasn't doing things right.

-Then Ffyrgi did something and

-I couldn't stand for it any more.

-You loop it, only once...

-..and then you tie a bow.

-That's not the right way.

-It's not a cowboy knot.

-Yes, it is.

-It's a Granny knot.

-No, it's not.

-It's a knot Buck Bravo would do.

-Buck Bravo doesn't do it like that.

-Buck Bravo doesn't do it like that.

-

-Yes, he does.

-No, he doesn't.

-Buck Bravo's on the radio.

-How do you know how he ties a knot?

-A sheriff's work is to know.

-You're not a real sheriff

-and you don't know this, either.

-Yes, I do.

-Yes, I do.

-

-No, you don't.

-Yes, I do.

-No, you don't.

-Yes, I do.

-Off we go.

-Come on. Push hard.

-Bedwyr, steal the ball.

-Come on. Pile in.

-OK, right. It's up to you.

-I'm taking the ball

-and I'm going home.

-You want to play now then?

-Yes, I do.

-No, you don't.

-Yes, I do. Eh?

-What is it?

-Stampede!

-The goal! The goal! I'm safe.

-Porchell, look. The gate's open.

-If they get out,

-we'll never catch them.

-In the wagon, Porchell.

-OK.

-Watch out!

-Tell me, how many teams are there

-in this mad game?

-Left.

-We'll never do it.

-Oh, yes, we will.

-I can't watch.

-That was perfect.

-Buck Bravo's never had

-an adventure like that.

-That was great.

-That was great.

-

-We did it!

-No, you did it!

-You stopped them getting out.

-It was your plan.

-You're as sharp as a real sheriff.

-Is that the truth?

-Of course it is.

-It was a lot of fun, too.

-You're a great sheriff.

-As good as Buck Bravo.

-Thanks, Porchell.

-It's fun to be a leader sometimes.

-Well, don't get used to it.

-Huh?

-Huh?

-

-Only pulling your leg!

-I knew.

-From now on, we can take turns

-in being the leader. You and me.

-Ahem.

-Ahem.

-

-And Dwynwen and Mali.

-Come on then, let's get back

-to doing our cowboy work.

-The coyotes are still on the loose.

-OK. Where do you think

-they are now, Sheriff?

-I think they're hiding

-in the old ghost town.

-Ghosts?

-This is so exciting.

-Head 'em up, Tyddyn Llan cowboys.

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-And so, with Sheriff Ffyrgi

-leading the way...

-..we played cowboys

-for the remainder of the weekend.

-I had such fun, catching coyotes.

-There are bad ones.

-Wow, Tad-cu,

-Ffyrgi was a great sheriff.

-I don't know why you didn't

-play his way in the first place.

-To be honest, I thought

-his way was rather silly...

-..until I tried it.

-OK, Tad-cu. I understand.

-We'll play to the new rules.

-We may end up enjoying the game.

-You don't know until you try.

-Yippee-ay-oh!

-Sometimes, those two are almost

-as sensible as their grandfather!

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