December 24, 2024

Mae un o selsig Franz Kafka wedi marw. Mae Franz Kafka’n drist. Mae e’n llefain.

– Beth ddigwyddodd i’r selsigen? gofynna Daf y gath, heb ddiddordeb.

– Clefyd byr, meddai Kafka, sydd yn rhyfeddol o fach.

– Beth am i ni drefnu angladd? Byddai’n esgus da am barti. Gallen ni ffrio’r corff a’i rannu.

Mae Kafka yn llefain mwy. Mae e’n teimlo’n brudd iawn.

Saesneg / English

Funeral

One of Franz Kafka’s sausages is dead. Franz Kafka is sad. He is crying.

– What happened to the sausage? asks Dave the cat, uninterested.

– A short illness, says Kafka, who is remarkably small.

– Why don’t we arrange a funeral? It would be a good excuse for a party. We could fry the body and share it.

Kafka cries more. He feels very sad.

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