Mae Jeff y gath eisiau bacwn. Ond dyw hi ddim yn hoffi halen. Mae halen yn niweidiol i gathod. Felly mae Jeff eisiau gwneud ei bacwn ei hun. Ond yn gyntaf, mae hi angen dal mochyn.
– Daf, meddai Jeff, – Wyt ti wedi gweld moch yn yr ardd?
– Nadw, meddai Daf y gath, heb ddiddordeb. – Pam wyt ti eisiau mochyn? Am hwyl a sbri?
– Dw i am wneud bacwn, meddai Jeff, yn ddifrifol iawn.
– Sut wyt ti’n mynd i ddal mochyn? gofynna Daf.
– Mae gyda fi ffon a blwch cardbord. Bydd y rheiny yn gwneud y tro.
– Da iawn, meddai Daf, ac mae hi’n mynd yn ôl i gysgu.
Mae Franz Kafka eisiau cig moch hefyd, er mwyn gwneud selsig.
– Wnei di helpu fi? meddai Jeff wrth Franz Kafka, sydd yn rhyfeddol o fach.
– Gwna, ymateba Franz Kafka.
Mae Franz Kafka’n mynd i ymofyn ei ffon a blwch cardbord ei hun, a bant â nhw.
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Jeff the cat wants bacon. But she doesn’t like salt. Salt is harmful to cats. So Jeff wants to make her own bacon. But first, she needs to catch a pig.
– Dave, says Jeff, – Have you seen any pigs in the garden?
– No, says Dave the cat, without interest. – Why do you want a pig? For fun?
– I want to make bacon, says Jeff, very seriously.
– But how are you going to catch a pig? asks Dave.
– I have a stick and a cardboard box. Those will do the trick.
– Very good, says Dave, and she goes back to sleep.
Franz Kafka wants bacon, too, to make sausages.
– Will you help me? says Jeff to Franz Kafka, who is remarkably small.
– Yes, Franz Kafka responds.
Franz Kafka goes to get his own stick and cardboard box, and off they go.
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