Pan gyrraeddodd Daf y gath yr ardd, gwelodd hi olygfa anghredadwy o ddieithr. Roedd Dewi Sant yn eistedd yn y troli siopa, gyda’i photeli o win a chwrw o’i gwmpas. Roedd yn gawr o ddyn, felly oedd y troli siopa’n anghyffyrddus iawn iddo.
– Be’ ti neud fan’na? gofynnodd Daf, heb ddiddordeb, ar ôl iddi ollwng ei roced ar y llawr.
– Wel, os we ti ddim ‘di sylweddoli, ma sied fi ‘di diflannu. Tybed os ti’n gwbod unrhywbeth amdani? meddai’r Sant yn grac.
– Ymm, nadw, meddai Daf. Cochodd mewn embaras. – Gwranda, dw i ‘di dod i’r casgliad bod cymryd drosodd y byd i gyd yn ormod fel waith caled i fi. Ga i iste yn y troli gyda ti?
A felly, eisteddodd Daf y gath i lawr wrth ochr Dewi Sant, a daniodd y roced gyda’i ffag. Saethodd y roced i lan i’r awyr a ffrwydro y roced mewn calonnau pinc, a gwnaeth pawb gymeradwyo yn frwdfrydig. Rhuthrodd sawl moch heibio mewn panig, dilynwyd gan Jeff a Franz Kafka.
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When Dave the cat arrived in the garden, she saw an unbelievably strange sight. St David was sitting in the shopping trolley, surrounded by his bottles of wine and beer. He was a giant of a man, so the shopping trolley was very uncomfortable for him.
– What are you doing there? asked David, uninterested, after she dropped her rocket on the floor.
– Well, if you hadn’t realised, my shed has disappeared. I wonder if you know anything about it? said the saint, angrily.
– Umm, no, said Dave. She reddened in embarrassment. – Listen, I’ve come to the conclusion that taking over the whole world is too much like hard work for me. Can I sit in the trolley with you?
And so, Dave the cat sat down beside St David, who lit the rocket with his fag. The rocket shot up into the air and exploded in pink hearts, and everyone applauded enthusiastically. Several pigs rushed past in a panic, pursued by Jeff and Franz Kafka.
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