Un tro, gorweddai Daf y gath yn yr ardd. Roedd hi wrthi’n llyfu ei thraed pan gafodd hi syniad am fenter newydd. Aeth i’w ddweud wrth Jeff ei chwaer.
– Jeff, mae gen i syniad ar gyfer menter newydd.
– Pam wyt ti’n siarad fel Gog?
– Sai’mod. ‘Ta beth. So’r Prifdaten newydd yn cynllunio lot, mae’n debyg.
– A…
– Mae hi’n scriblo popeth ar gefn amlen.
– A…
– Felly bydd angen cyflenwad amlenni arni hi.
– Bydd…
– Felly dyma’n cyfle i wneud bach o arian.
Roedd Daf heb ystyried sut yn union y byddai hi’n cael gafael ar fynydd o amlenni, wrth gwrs.
Saesneg / English
Envelope venture
Once upon a time, Dave the cat lay in the garden. She was licking her feet when she got an idea for a new venture. She went to tell Jeff her sister.
– Jeff, I have an idea for a new venture.
– Why are you speaking like a Gog?
– Dunno. Anyway. The new Prime Potato is planning a lot, apparently.
– And…
– She scribbles everything on the back of an envelope.
– And…
– So she will need a supply of envelopes.
– She will…
– So this is our chance to make a little money.
Dave hadn’t considered how exactly she would get hold of a mountain of envelopes, of course.
