Mae Daf y gath yn yr ardd gyda Jeff, ei ffrind calico. Maen nhw’n trafod dillad.
“Bachgen dw i,” meddai Daf, “felly dw i’n gwisgo trowsus.”
“Ferch dw i,” meddai Jeff, ac oedi. “Felly dw i’n gallu gwisgo unrhyw beth dw i eisiau.”
“Fel het?”
“Yn union, fel het.”
“Ond does dim het gyda ti.”
“Nid oes trowsus gyda ti chwaith.”
Mae Daf yn amneidio ac yn meddwl am eiliad.
“Gyda llaw, pam mae enw bachgen gyda ti?” meddai Daf.
“Hyblygrwydd,” meddai Jeff. Mae hi’n mynd i brynu het newydd.
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Saesneg / English
Dave’s Trousers
Dave the cat is in the garden with Jeff, his calico friend. They are discussing clothes.
“I’m a boy,” says Dave, “so I wear trousers.”
“I’m a girl,” says Jeff, and pauses. “So I can wear anything I want.”
“Like a hat?”
“Exactly, like a hat.”
“But you haven’t got a hat.”
“You haven’t got any trousers either.”
Dave nods and thinks for a moment.
“By the way, why do you have a boy’s name?” says Dave.
“Flexibility,” Jeff says. She goes to buy a new hat.
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