Roedd gyda Daf y gath sinsir fenter newydd. Oherwydd y prinder tanwydd, roedd gwneud dosbarthiadau yn amhosib, felly daeth e’n cyfwelwr ar gyfer BBC Cymru Fyw. Ei dasg cyntaf oedd cyfweld ei ffrind Jeff y gath galico yn enwedig ar gyfer tudalen “3 Llun”.
– Reit, rwy’n mynd i ddechrau recordio nawr, meddai Daf, wrth iddo weld y Prifdaten ymgasglu’r tatws gyda’i gilydd. – Sdim lot a amser. Ti’n hyderus o flaen meicroffon?
– Paid anghofio bof i ‘di neud albwm gyda Dewi Sant yn ddiweddar, atebodd Jeff, yn flwng.
– Iawn. Rhaid i ti ddewis tri llun. Dy luniau mwya nodedig neu luniau sy’n dy cyfleu di fel cath.
Ymbalfalodd Jeff mewn gwely rhosyn am funud.
– Iawn, barod, meddai.
– Wi ffaelu dychmygu beth ni’n mynd i gweld. Beth yw dy lun cyntaf? gofynnodd Daf.
– Wel, dyma lun neis o’m mowlen bresennol i. Dw i’n cofio’r tro cyntaf i fi’w gweld hi. Mae hi mor sbesial.
– Beth am yr ail?
– Dyma lun neis o’n nghyn-bowlen. Drycha! Mae’n lawn dop. Am hyfryd.
– Beth am y trydydd? Mwy o fwyd?
– Llun o’r Twr Eiffel.
– Pam yn y byd wyt ti ‘di dewis hwnna?
– Hyblygrwydd, meddai Jeff.
Stopiodd Daf ei beiriant recordio. Byddai rhaid i hynny wneud y tro.
Yr eiliad honno, cyraeddodd y Prifdaten. Roedd e eisiau adrodd pa mor wych yr oedd e, neu gwyno am rywbeth. Arteithiodd Daf y Prifdaten, heb ddiddordeb.
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Saesneg / English
Jeff’s Three Pictures
Dave the ginger cat had a new venture. Because of the fuel shortage, making deliveries was impossible, so he became an interviewer for BBC Cymru Fyw. His first task was interviewing his friend Jeff the calico cat especially for the page “3 Pictures”.
– Right, I’m going to start recording now, said Dave, as he saw the Prime Potato gathering the potatoes together. – There’s not a lot of time. You confident in front of a microphone?
– Don’t forget I’ve just made an album with Saint David, answered Jeff indignantly.
– OK. You have to choose three pictures. Your most noteworthy pictures or pictures that convey a sense of you as a cat.
Jeff rummaged in a rose bed for a minute.
– OK, ready, she said.
– I can’t imagine what we’re going to see. What’s your first picture? asked Dave.
– Well, here’s a nice picture of my current bowl. I remember the first time I saw it. It’s so special.
– What about the second?
– Here’s a nice picture of my previous bowl. Look! It’s full up. How lovely.
– What about the third? More food?
– A picture of the Eiffel Tower.
– Why in the world have you chosen that?
– Flexibility, said Jeff.
Dave stopped his recording machine. That would have to do.
That moment, the Prime Potato arrived. He wanted to announce how great he was, or complain about something. Dave tortured him casually.
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