Un tro, roedd Draig y ci’n chwarae gyda Mistar Penglog, ei degan gwichlyd, pan ymddangosodd y Prifdaten a’u tharfu nhw. Roedd e’n grac, fel arfer.
– DOES DIM LLAWER O DDISGYBLAETH YMA, bloediodd y Prifdaten.
– Bachgen da dw i, meddai Draig, yn chwifo ei gynffon. – Draig dw i.
– GORFOD PWYSLEISIO’R DDISGYBLAETH, parhaodd y Prifdaten. – BETH AM Y GWRDEN HWN? PAM NAD YW E’N GWEITHIO?
Pwyntiodd at Keith.
– Achos dw i’n dew ac yn rownd, ac alla i ddim symud, meddai’r gwrden.
– DYW E DDIM YN DDIGON DA, ebychodd y Prifdaten.
Brathodd Mistar Penglog y Prifdaten yn ddigon galed i’w hollti. Roedd e’n gorwedd ar y llawer mewn dau ddarn.
– Dyna annisgwyl, meddai Daf y gath, gan beswch pêl-ffwr lan.
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Saesneg / English
Discipline
One day, Dragon the dog was playing with Mr. Skull, his squeaky toy, when the Prime Potato appeared and disturbed them. He was angry, as usual.
– THERE IS NOT A LOT OF DISCIPLINE HERE, bellowed the Prime Potato.
– I’m a good boy, said Dragon, wagging his tail. – I’m Dragon.
– GOT TO EMPHASISE DISCIPLINE, continued the Prime Potato. – WHAT ABOUT THIS GOURD? WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?
He pointed at Keith.
– Because I’m fat and round and cannot move, said the gourd.
– IT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH, exclaimed the Prime Potato.
Mr. Skull bit the Prime Potato hard enough to split him. He was lying on the floor in two pieces.
– That was unexpected, said Dave the cat, coughing up a furball.
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