Mae gan bawb yn yr ardd broblem fawr. Mae’r Prifdaten wedi tancio’r economi.
Erbyn hyn mae bwyd cathod yn costio pum cant o bunnoedd y bocs.
Mae powdr cwstard yn costio mil o bunnoedd y twb.
– Mae rhaid i ni ei rhwystro rhag gwneud rhagor o niwed, meddai Jeff y gath i’w chwaer Daf.
– Dw i’n oer. Dw i’n llwgu. Does dim egni ‘da fi. Dw i ddim yn gallu gwrthryfela, meddai Daf.
– Dyna ei chynllun, meddai Jeff. – Dw i’n mynd i’w bwydo hi ar olion cwstard Santes Dwynwen wrth iddi gysgu. Gawn ni weld be ddigwyddith.
Saesneg / English
Economics
Everyone in the garden has a big problem. The Prime Potato has tanked the economy.
Cat food now costs five hundred pounds a box.
Custard powder costs a thousand pounds a tub.
– We have to stop her from doing any further damage, says Jeff the cat to her sister Dave.
– I’m cold. I’m starving. I have no energy. I can’t rebel, says Dave.
– That’s her plan, says Jeff. – I’m going to feed her on the remains of Saint Dwynwen’s custard while she sleeps. Let’s see what will happen.
