Un tro, roedd Daf y gath yn gwylio Keith y gwrden, a oedd yn gwneud dim byd. Gwneud pethau, gan amlaf, oedd yn groes i’w natur, ond weithiau byddai’n synnu pawb wrth gwneud rhywbeth rhyfeddol. Fel methu symud chwarter modfedd.
– Be’ ti neud, Keith? gofynnodd Daf.
– Dim byd, meddai Keith. – Yn ôl ‘n arfer. Yn dew ac yn rownd yr ydwyf, ac alla i ddim symud.
– Ti’n ffurfiol iawn y bore ‘ma, meddai Daf. – Mae’n swno tamed bach yn od.
– Chwynna dy ardd dy hun yn gyntaf, meddai Keith, yn falch ohono’i hun.
Cafodd Daf syniad.
– Beth am i ni ymarfer idiomau a diarhebion fel menter newydd? Byddai hynny’n pasio’r amser.
– , meddai Keith, wedi colli diddordeb.
– Man a man a mwnci, meddai Jeff, yn mynd heibio.
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Saesneg / English
Dave’s Idiomatic Venture
One day, Dave the cat was watching Keith the gourd, who was doing nothing. Doing things, usually, was’n in his nature, but sometimes he would surprise everyone by doing something amazing. Like failing to move a quarter of an inch.
– What you doing, Keith? asked Dave.
– Nothing, said Keith. – As is my wont. I am fat and round and cannot move.
– You’re very formal this morning, said Dave. – It sounds a little bit odd.
– Weed your own garden first, said Keith, pleased with himself.
Dave had an idea.
– Why don’t we practise idioms and proverbs as a new venture? That would pass the time.
– , said Keith, having lost interest.
– Might as well, said Jeff, going past.
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