Roedd Daf y gath yn difaru dwyn sied Dewi Sant bron ar unwaith. Roedd hi wedi’i gyrru bant i Lundain gan obeithio anelu ei roced tuag at San Steffan, er mwyn dechrau ei ymgyrch i gymryd drosodd y byd i gyd. Fel yr oedd hi wedi dychmygu, roedd y cerbyd-adeilad yn gyflym iawn, ond sgrafangodd o gwmpas yn beryglus o linc-di-lonc.
Caeth hi ei stopio gan heddwas.
– Be’ ti neud, ‘ngath fach i? meddai’r heddwas yn ddifrifol iawn.
– Ymm, meddai Daf, yn ceisio cuddio’r roced.
– Mae’n amlwg dy fod wedi meddwi. Rhaid i fi d’arestio di.
– Nid fi sy’ wedi meddwi, meddai Daf. – Y sied sydd ar fai.
Yr eiliad hon, chwydodd y sied i mewn i lwyn, ac o ganlyniad, arestiodd yr heddwas y sied, gan anfon Daf adref.
– Beth am fy… ymm… tân gwyllt?
– ‘Na ti, meddai’r heddwas, a bant â Daf.
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Saesneg / English
Police
Dave the cat regretted stealing St David’s almost immediately. She had driven away to London, hoping to aim her rocket at Westminster, to begin her campaign to take over the whole world. As she had imagined, the vehicle-building was very fast, but hurtled around in a dangerously haphazard manner.
She was stopped by a police officer.
– What are you doing, my little cat? said the police officer very seriously.
– Erm, said Dave, trying to hide the rocket.
– You are clearly drunk. I must arrest you.
– I’m not drunk, said Dave. – The shed is to blame.
That moment, the shed was sick into a bush, and as a result, the policeman arrested the shed, sending Dave home.
– How about my … erm … fireworks?
– There you go, said the policeman, and off went Dave.
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