Y bore canlynol, tra oedd Dewi Sant yn arwain oedfa tu fewn i’w sied gyda’r Frenhines Branwen, edrychodd Daf y gath lan o’i thraed a gweld ei ffrind Jeff yn cario roced fawr yn ei cheg.
– Tamed bach o anrheg i ti yw honna, meddai Jeff. – We fi am ddweud sori am dy anwybyddu.
Ni ddaeth ateb. Anwybyddodd Daf Jeff yn gyfan gwbl.
– ‘Drycha, gallai hi fod yn help mawr o ran dy gynllun i gymryd drosodd y byd i gyd. Am drechu dy elynion, t’mod?
– Sa i isie fe, pwdodd Daf. – Jyst gad hi yn y troli a cher o ‘ma.
– Gwneler dy ewyllys, meddai Jeff, a bant â hi.
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Saesneg / English
Rocket (Shopping Trolley, part 2)
The following morning, while Saint David was conducting a service in his shed with Queen Branwen, Dave the cat looked up from her feet and saw her friend Jeff carrying a large rocket in her mouth.
– This is a little bit of a present for you, said Jeff. – I wanted to say sorry for ignoring you.
Answer came there none. Dave ignored Jeff completely.
– Look, it could be a big help with your plan to take over the whole world. For defeating your enemies, y’know?
– Don’t want it, sulked Dave. – Just leave it in the trolley and buzz off.
– Thy will be done, said Jeff, and off she went.
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