Roedd Daf y gath ar fin gyrru sied Dewi Sant bant pan agorodd y drws. Ymddangosodd Jeff rownd y gornel.
– Daf, dw i ‘di câl syniad.
– Dim syniad arall, griddfannodd Daf. – Be’ nawr? We fi ar fin gyrru bant ac wedyn anelu’r roced tuag at San Steffan i ddechrau’n ymgyrch i gymryd drosodd y byd i gyd.
– Allet ti ddod yn berygl baglu yn lle, meddai Jeff. – Gwylia.
Aeth Jeff mas o’r sied, a gorwedd i lawr ger tŷ’r staff. Cyn bo hir, roedd Santes Dwynwen, Dewi Sant, Y Frenhines Branwen a Franz Kafka wedi baglu drosti hi a chwympo ar y ddaear. Roeddent i gyd wedi’u gorchuddio â chleisiau.
– ‘Na ni, meddai Jeff. – Perygl baglu amdani.
– Na, ti’n OK, meddai Daf. – Dw i dal am danio’r roced.
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Trip Hazard (Shopping Trolley, part 5)
Dave the cat was about to drive St David’s shed away when the door opened. Jeff appeared around the corner.
– Dave, I’ve had an idea.
– Not another idea, groaned Dave. – What now? I was about to drive off and then aim the rocket at Westminster to start my campaign to take over the whole world.
– You could become a trip hazard instead, says Jeff. – Watch.
Jeff went out of the shed and lay down near the staff’s house. Soon, St Dwynwen, St David, Queen Branwen and Franz Kafka had tripped over her and collapsed on the ground. They were all covered in bruises.
– There we go, says Jeff. – Trip hazard’s the thing.
– Nah, you’re OK, said Daf. – I still want to fire the rocket.
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