Mae Dewi Sant wedi rhoi ei sied ar dân ar ddamwain. Eto. Cwympodd i gysgu heb ddiffodd ei ffag. Erbyn hyn, mae uffern yn ffaglu’n ffyrnig yn yr ardd.
– Mae rhaid i ni wneud rhywbeth, meddai Daf y gath i’w chwaer, Jeff.
– Paid ag edrych arna i, meddai Jeff. – Mae’n rhy boeth i wneud dim byd.
– Wyt ti jyst yn mynd i adael i’r sied losgi, ‘te?
– Ydw.
Ac mae Jeff yn mynd yn ôl i gysgu o dan lwyn.
Saesneg / English
Fire
Saint David has set his shed on fire by accident. Again. He fell asleep without putting out his cigarette. By now, an inferno is blazing fiercely in the garden.
– We have to do something, says Dave the cat to her sister, Jeff.
– Don’t look at me, says Jeff. – It’s too hot to do anything.
– Are you just going to let the shed burn, then?
– I am.
And Jeff goes back to sleep under a bush.
