Mae Jeff y gath yn hoffi ei beic modur newydd achos ei bod hi’n hoffi mynd yn gyflym iawn. Mae ganddi helmed sbesial â thyllau ar gyfer ei chlustiau.
Ar gyflymder o bedwar deg milltir yr awr, mae ei chynffon yn chwifio o gwmpas y tu ôl iddi hi.
Ar gyflymder o hanner can milltir yr awr, mae hi’n gwibio heibio’r Esgob, sydd ddim yn hapus o gwbl.
Ar gyflymder o chwe deg milltir yr awr, mae hi’n penderfynu mynd ar y draffordd.
Ar gyflymder o gant ac ugain, mae hi’n cael ei thynnu drosodd gan yr heddlu.
– Dyma docyn am oryrru, meddai’r heddwas.
– Diolch yn fawr iawn, meddai Jeff, a gyrru bant ar gyflymder o gant tri deg milltir yr awr, â’i chlustiau’n pipo mas o’i helmed.
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Jeff the cat likes her new motorbike because she likes to go very fast. She has a special helmet with holes for her ears.
At a speed of forty miles an hour, her tail is waving about behind her.
At a speed of fifty miles an hour, she flies past the Bishop, who is not happy at all.
At a speed of sixty miles an hour, she decides to go on the motorway.
At a speed of one hundred and twenty, she is pulled over by the police.
– This is a ticket for speeding, says the police officer.
– Thank you very much, says Jeff, and drives off at a speed of one hundred and thirty miles an hour, with her ears peeping out of her helmet.
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