Gŵyl bwysig yr Holl Sant oedd e. O ganlyniad, glanhâi Franz Kafka ei selsig tu ôl i sied Dewi Sant er mwyn iddynt fod yn barod i’r gwledd mawr, tra bod yr hanner-siarc yn ymarfer jyglo efo sawl arteffact crefyddol. Nid oedd jyglo’n peth hawdd i neb — neu ddim byd — a oedd heb ddwylo, ond roedd y hanner-siarc yn dalentog iawn, ac roedd Dewi Sant wedi gofyn iddo ddarparu’r adloniant y noson honno.
– Ddylwn i jyglo efo’r hesogydd, neu fyddai ‘ny’n ormod? gofynnodd yr hanner-siarc i Daf y gath, a oedd yn llyfu rhywbeth cyfoglyd gerllaw.
– Ble dest ti o hyd i’r rhain? ymatebodd Daf, yn edrych i lan o’i waith pwysig.
– Sai’mod, meddai’r hanner-siarc. – Nathon nhw jyst ymddangos.
– Paid trystio nhw, cynghorodd Daf. – Falle eu bod yn sbiwyr.
– Iawn, na i ganolbwyntio ar y creiriau ‘te, meddai’r hanner-siarc, gan roi’r hesogydd ar dân.
Yna ymddangosodd Jeff y gath, yn gwisgo ffugwallt penfelen a siorts enwedig o dyn, ac yn cario meicroffon wedi’i orchuddio â deiamwndau yn ei cheg. Syllodd Daf arni’n gegrwth.
– All Saints’ Day, yndife? meddai Jeff.
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It was the important festival of All Saints. As a result, Franz Kafka was cleaning his sausages behind Saint David’s shed so that they would be ready for the big feast, while the half-shark was practising juggling with several religious artefacts. Juggling was not easy for anyone – or anything – without hands, but the half-shark was very talented, and Saint David had asked him to provide the entertainment that evening.
– Should I juggle with the hassocks, or would that be too much? the half-shark asked Dave the cat, who was licking something disgusting nearby.
– Where did you find those? responded Dave, looking up from his important work.
– Dunno, said the half-shark. – They just appeared.
– Don’t trust them, advised Dave. – They could be spies.
– OK, I’ll just concentrate on the relics, then, said the half-shark, setting fire to the hassocks.
Then Jeff the cat appeared, wearing a blonde wig and especially tight shorts, and carrying a microphone covered in diamonds in her mouth. Dave stared at her in astonishment.
– All Saints’ Day, isn’t it? said Jeff.
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