Roedd Daf y gath yn meindio ei fusnes ei hunan yn yr ardd, ar brynhawn llwyd, tra bod Dragon y ci’n cyfarth ar y wiwerod.
Yn sydyn, daeth menyw grand trwy’r gât, a oedd golwg pryderus arni. Roedd hi’n gwisgo ffrog gain iawn.
– Pwy dych chi, ‘te? meddai Daf, heb ddiddordeb.
– Y FRENHINES BRANWEN YR YDWYF. AR FINNAU YDY’R BAI, bloediodd y fenyw grand, mewn priflythrennau.
– Sori iawn i glywed e, atebiodd Daf. – Be’ ti siarad amdani?
– DINISTRIAF BOPETH TRWY’R AMSER! ebychodd Branwen, â dagrau’n cronni yn ei llygaid.
– Wel, peidiwch â dinistrio fy fan, plis. Dw i angen e am fy nosbarthiade.
– Beth ydy “fan”? Os yr ydych yn gath, pam yr ydych yn gallu siarad?
Mae’r pobol cain ‘ma’n poen yn y pen ôl, meddyliodd Daf y gath. Gormod o gwestiynau, a geiriau hen ffasiwn.
– Dyma fy fan, meddai, yn ei ddangos iddi.
– Blwch cardbord ydy, meddai’r Frenhines Branwen, yn codi fan Daf i lan i’r awyr.
Aeth fan Daf ar dân yn syth. Gollyngodd Branwen y cardbord oedd yn llosgi. Gwyliodd Daf yn fud wrth i’w fan yn llosgi tan nad oedd dim byd ar ôl.
– Wel, diolch yn fawr iawn, meddai Daf.
– Paid becso, meddai Jeff y gath, a oedd wedi bod yn gwylio o gornel bellach yr ardd. – Galli di uwchraddio i flwch plastig. Bydd e’n gyflymach.
– Wfft i hwnna, meddai Daf. Setlodd i lawr a chwympo i gysgu.
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Saesneg / English
The Arrival of the Queen of Ireland
Dave the cat was minding his own business in the garden, on a grey afternoon, while Dragon the dog was barking at the squirrels.
Suddenly, a grand woman came through the gate, looking worried. She was wearing a very posh dress.
– Who are you then, said Dave, without interest.
– I AM THE QUEEN BRANWEN. IT’S ALL MY FAULT, bellowed the grand woman, in capital letters.
– Very sorry to hear it, answered Dave. – What are you on about?
– I DESTROY EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME! exclaimed Branwen, with tears welling up in her eyes.
– Well, don’t destroy my van, please. I need it for my deliveries.
– What is a “van”? If you are a cat, why are you able to speak?
These posh people are a pain in the arse, thought Dave the cat.Too many questions and old-fashioned words.
– This is my van, he said, showing it to her.
– It is a cardboard box, said Queen Branwen, lifting the van into the air.
Dave’s van caught fire immediately. Branwen dropped the burning cardboard. Dave watched silently as his van burned until there was nothing left.
– Well, thank you very much, said Dave.
– Don’t worry, said Jeff the cat, who had been watching from the furthest corner of the garden. – You can upgrade to a plastic box. It’ll be faster.
– Bugger that, said Dave. He settled down and fell asleep.
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