Roedd Dewi Sant yn taflu llwythau o sbwriel allan o’i sied. Hedfanodd sawl teledu drwy’r awyr, a laniodd mewn gwely blodau. Roedd hefyd sawl nicars Santes Dwynwen, ac, i syrpreis pawb, sawl nicars y Frenhines Branwen hefyd.
Casglodd Daf y gath y nicars.
– Galla i werthu’r rhain ar eBay new ymlân, meddyliodd.
Daeth Jeff y gath o hyd i botel anghyfarwydd ymhlith y sbwriel, â gwerth canrif o lwch arni.
– Man a man a mwnci, meddai, a rhwbio’r hen beth.
Ymddangosodd dyn glas, â bola anferth, a oedd yn hollol noeth.
– Genie’r botel dw i, meddai’r dyn. – Galla i ganiatàu tri dymuniad i ti. Beth yw dy ddymuniad cyntaf?
– Bwyd, plis, meddai Jeff.
– Da iawn.
Ymdangosodd pentwr o focsys o fwyd cath.
– Beth yw dy ail ddymuniad? gofynnodd y genie.
– Bwyd, plis, meddai Jeff.
– Ti’n siŵr? Ti ddim isie bod yn seren roc fel Elvis?
– Nadw. Bwyd, plis, meddai Jeff.
– Da iawn.
Ymddangosodd pentwr arall o focsys.
– Beth am dy drydydd dymuniad? gofynnodd y genie.
– Galli di’u rhoi nhw yn y sied fan hyn? Mae ‘na ddigon o le iddyn nhw nawr wrth ymyl y dosbarthiad o fwyd gan y Corinthiaid, meddai Jeff.
Cariodd y genie y bocsys o fwyd cath i mewn i’r sied.
– Diolch yn fawr, meddai Jeff i’r genie.
– Helo, meddai Daf i’r genie, yn edrych ar ei noethlymun. – Wyt ti isie prynu nicars?
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Saesneg / English
The Three Wishes of Jeff the Cat
Saint David was throwing loads of rubbish out of his shed. Several television sets flew through the air and landed in a flower bed. There were also several pairs of Saint Dwynwen’s knickers, and, to everyone’s surprise, several pairs of Queen Branwen’s knickers too.
Dave the cat collected the knickers.
– I can sell those on eBay later, he thought.
Jeff the cat came across a strange old bottle amongst the rubbish, with hundreds of years worth of dust on it.
– Might as well, she said, and rubbed the old thing.
A blue man with an enormous gut appeared, who was completely naked.
– I am the genie of the bottle, said the man. – I can grant you three wishes. What is your first wish?
– Food, please, said Jeff.
– Very well.
A stack of boxes of cat food appeared.
– What is your second wish? asked the genie.
– Food, please, said Jeff.
– Are you sure? You don’t want to be a rock star like Elvis?
– I don’t. Food, please, said Jeff.
– Very well.
Another stack of boxes appeared.
– What about your third wish? asked the genie.
– Can you put them in the shed over here? There’s enough room for them now by the side of the delivery of food from the Corinthians, said Jeff.
The genie carried the boxes of cat food into the shed.
– Thanks very much, said Jeff to the genie.
– Hello, said Dave to the genie, looking at his nakedness. – Do you want to buy some knickers?
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