Myself.—Do you know an animal called Llostlydan?
Farmer.—No, I do not know that beast.
Myself.—There used to be many in the Teivi.
Farmer.—What kind of beast is the Llostlydan?
Myself.—A beast with a broad tail, on which account the old Cumry did call him Llostlydan. Clever beast he was; made himself house of wood in middle of the river, with two doors, so that when hunter came upon him he might have good chance of escape. Hunter often after him, because he had skin good to make hat.
Farmer.—Ha, I wish I could catch that beast now in Teivi.
Myself.—Why so?
Farmer.—Because I want hat. Would make myself hat of his skin.
Myself.—O, you could not make yourself a hat even if you had the skin.
Farmer.—Why not? Shot coney in Bunk Pen Blanedd; made myself cap of his skin. So, why not make hat of skin of broadtail, should I catch him in Teivi?