Mae Jeff y gath wedi bod yn hela ar y traeth.
Mae hi wedi dal crancod, cregyn bylchog, a bom Ail Ryfel Byd. Nid yw’r bom yn ffitio i mewn i’w bwced hi.
Yn sydyn, mae rhyw ddyn tew â gwyneb coch yn dechrau gweiddi ar Jeff.
– DIM CŴN AR Y TRAETH!
– Beth? meddai Jeff. – Y twpsyn. Cath dw i.
Mae Jeff yn anwybyddu’r gamwn a dechrau gwthio’r bom tuag at y gwesty.
Saesneg / English
Beach
Jeff the cat has been hunting on the beach.
She has caught crabs, clams, and a WWII bomb. The bomb does not fit into her bucket.
Suddenly, some fat man with a red face starts shouting at Jeff.
– NO DOGS ON THE BEACH!
– What? said Jeff. – You idiot. I’m a cat.
Jeff ignores the gammon and starts pushing the bomb towards the hotel.
