Dychwelodd Daf y gath i’r ardd ar ôl bore hir o ddosbarthiadau yn ei fan. Dim ond blwch cardbord oedd e mewn gwirionedd, ond o ganlyniad yr oedd e’n ysgafn, yn gyflym ac yn effeithlon. A llawn dop â gwallt sinsir. Gweiddi ar y staff am bwdin oedd Jeff, ei ffrind calico, unwaith eto, tra bod Dragon y ci yn chwarae gydag ei gynffon ei hun.
– Jeff, dere fan hyn am funud.
– Beth? Ble mae’r staff?
– Beth yw dy enw cyfan? Nid dim ond Jeff yw e, siawns?
– Sai’mod. Erioed ‘di meddwl amdani. Beth yw dy enw cyfan ‘te?
– Dafydd ap Dafydd dw i, meddai Daf, yn falch iawn. Dw i’n dod o linell hir o Ddafyddion.
– Dw i’n dod o gartref cathod, meddai Jeff.
– Felly ‘te, gadewch i ni gytuno ar Jeff ap Jeff. Mae’n swno’n dda.
Cododd Jeff ei hysgwyddau, a llyfu ei choes hi.
– Eniwê, meddai Daf, pam yn y byd ma’ enw gwrwaidd ‘da ti, pan ti’n ferch?
– Hyblygrwydd, meddai Jeff, wrth redeg bant i hela llygoden.
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Saesneg / English
Full Names
Dave the cat returned to the garden after a long morning of deliveries in his van. It was only a cardboard box in reality, but as a result it was light, fast and efficient. And full of ginger hair. Jeff, his calico friend, was shouting at the staff for pudding again, while Dragon the dog was playing with his own tail.
– Jeff, come here a minute.
– What? Where’s the staff?
– What’s your full name? It’s not just Jeff, surely?
– Dunno. Never thought about it. What’s your full name then?
– I am David Davidson, said Dave, very proudly. I come from a long line of Davids.
– I come from a cats’ home, said Jeff.
– Well then, let’s agree on Jeffrey Jefferson. It sounds good.
Jeff shrugged, and licked her leg.
– Anyway, said Dave, why in the world have you got a boy’s name, when you’re a girl?
– Flexibility, said Jeff, and ran away to hunt a mouse.
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