Yfi yw yfi Y Crads Bach

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-Beyond all hills and vales,

-Forests, lakes and dales

-Stands a castle which keeps an eye

-On creatures' feats, me oh my!

-Come closer and see unfurled

-Tiny creatures' big, big world.

-It's a dull grey morning

-near the castle.

-The snails are happy

-with their slow day.

-This is the snails'

-favourite weather.

-The sun might not be out

-but it's like an oven in this shell.

-This shell is very handy though.

-Wherever you go,

-your home is on your back.

-The hard shell keeps snails safe

-from hungry birds.

-But not everyone has a shell.

-Like our friend, Gwen the slug.

-She hides in the long grass

-to stay away from danger.

-But not today.

-Where's your shell, Gwen? It's not

-safe for you here without a shell.

-Deio's right. Watch a bird

-doesn't eat you for supper.

-I'm a slug. I don't have a shell.

-Poor you.

-I know, we'll look for one.

-Thanks. If I have a shell,

-I can play with you out here.

-With that, off go the snails

-to search for a shell for the slug.

-Listening attentively

-is Cled the earwig.

-The snails are mithering again.

-They'll never find a shell

-that fits Gwen.

-Padrig the plant bug agrees.

-Never ever.

-You're born with a shell.

-You can't put a shell on your back

-like that.

-I don't have one

-and I don't want one.

-Ooh, that's better.

-At the foot of the castle,

-in the heather...

-..the snails have found

-a purple flower.

-Well indeed. This will make you

-an excellent shell.

-I don't know, Deio,

-shells are hard and strong.

-This is soft.

-Do you know what? You're right.

-It'd be good for nothing

-in the rain. It'd leak.

-To be honest,

-I'd rather stay as I am.

-A slug without a shell.

-The snails aren't listening.

-Off they go, slowly,

-to search for something else.

-What on earth?

-Gwen isn't meant to have a shell.

-Iestyn is right.

-Many small creatures

-don't have shells.

-Such as spiders, of course.

-Carrying a shell on my back

-morning, noon and night?

-No, thank you, friends.

-The snails are a determined bunch.

-Look, they've found a beach shell.

-Deio, this shell is too large and

-heavy for me to carry on my back.

-Look at it. It's beautiful.

-It suits you down to the ground.

-Now then, what's going on here?

-What's all this fuss?

-Cai the woodlouse

-has come for a nose.

-Don't go, Gwen. You'd love to be

-like us, with a beautiful shell.

-Gwen's had enough of the idea

-of having a shell.

-Dear me,

-more hot air from the snails?

-Listen, Gwen doesn't need a shell.

-If there's danger,

-she can hide under the leaves.

-Dear me, a shell?

-You're right again, Cai.

-We'll have to tell Gwen right away.

-Gwen, I understand now

-that snails are snails...

-..and slugs are slugs.

-Everyone is different

-and you're perfect as you are.

-And of course, Deio's right.

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