Un tro, roedd Draig y ci yn bod yn frwdfrydig. Roedd pêl gydag e.
– Draig dw i – bachgen da dw i – dw i’n hoffi chwarae – dw i’n hoffi peli – dw i’n hoffi chwarae gyda pheli – bachgen da dw i – fyddi di’n chwarae gyda fi, plis – plis – plis?
– Draig, gad llonydd i fi, neno’r Tad, meddai Daf. – Dw i’n trio llyfu’n nhraed fan hyn.
Ailddechreuodd Draig.
– Bachgen da dw i – fyddi di’n chwarae gyda fi, plis – plis – plis?
Cydiodd Daf yn y bêl gyda’i ewinedd a’i byrstio.
– Bachgen trist dw i, meddai Draig, a sleifio bant. Dychwelodd Daf i’w draed.
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Saesneg / English
Dragon’s Ball
One day, Dragon the dog was being enthusiastic. He had a ball.
– I’m Dragon – I’m a good boy – I like playing – I like balls – I like playing with balls – I’m a good boy – will you play with me, please – please – please?
– Dragon, leave me alone, for God’s sake, said Dave. – I’m trying to lick my feet over here.
Dragon started again.
– I’m a good boy – will you play with me please – please – please?
Dave grabbed the ball with his claws and burst it.
– I’m a sad boy, said Dragon, and slunk away. Dave returned to his feet.
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