Un tro, roedd pethau wedi gwaethygu.
Doedd dim catnip ar gael, ac roedd Jeff y gath yn prowlan i fyny ac i lawr yr ardd. Roedd hi’n cael symptomau diddyfnu, a chrynu.
Doedd dim cwrw ar gael chwaith, felly roedd Dewi Sant yn dioddef o symptomau diddyfnu hefyd, a chwysu.
Doedd dim peli jyglo ar gael chwaith, felly roedd yr hanner-siarc yn dioddef o symptomau diddyfnu hefyd, ac roedd e’n llawn panig.
A pham nad oedd pethau ar gael? Achos roedd cyflwr yr ardd wedi gwaethygu ar ôl i’r Prif-feipen Ddiflas ddod i rym.
– Dw i ‘di câl hen ddigon o llysie gwraidd, meddai Daf y gath.
Saesneg / English
Worsening
One day, things had worsened.
There was no catnip available, and Jeff the cat was prowling up and down the garden. She was having withdrawal symptoms, and shivering.
There was no beer available either, so Saint David was suffering from withdrawal symptoms as well, and sweating.
There were no juggling balls available either, so the half-shark was also suffering from withdrawal symptoms, and was panic-stricken.
And why weren’t things available? Because the state of the garden had worsened after the Miserable Prime Turnip had come into power.
– I’ve had quite enough of root vegetables, said Dave the cat.
