Mae Franz Kafka wedi bod yn cuddio selsig eto.
Mae e wedi cuddio selsig y tu mewn i sied Dewi Sant.
Mae e wedi cuddio selsig y tu mewn i flwch cardbord y cathod.
Mae e wedi cuddio selsig y tu mewn i’r piano.
Ond dyw e byth yn ystyried cuddio’r selsig yn yr oergell.
Mae Daf y gath wedi cael llond bol o ffeindio selsig drewllyd ym mhobman. Mae pob un yn pydru.
Ond mae Samuel Beckett yn hoff iawn o bydredd. Mae e’n casglu’r selsig a chreu gobennydd erchyll ohonyn nhw. Cyn bo hir, mae e’n cysgu’n dawel.
Saesneg / English
Hiding
Franz Kafka has been hiding sausages again.
He has hidden sausages inside St David’s shed.
He has hidden sausages inside the cats’ cardboard box.
He has hidden sausages inside the piano.
But he never considers hiding the sausages in the fridge.
Dave the cat has had enough of finding smelly sausages everywhere. Every single one is rotting.
But Samuel Beckett is very fond of decay. He collects the sausages and creates a hideous pillow from them. Before long, he is sleeping peacefully.
