Un tro, roedd Franz Kafka wedi dod o hyd i selsigen a oedd yn llai nag unrhyw selsigen oedd e wedi gweld o’r blaen.
– Helo, meddai’r selsigen. – Bryn Terfel dw i.
– Ti wedi colli eitha lot o bwysau ‘te, meddai Franz Kafka, cyn cadw Bryn Terfel yn un o’r powlenni cathod rheiny gyda chlustiau mawr ar eu caeadau.
Roedd Daf y gath am wybod beth oedd yn y bowlen. Beth bynnag yr oedd e, roedd arogl blasus yn dod ohoni.
– Ma fe’n ffrind i fi, ebychodd Franz Kafka.
– Wedd e’n ffrind i ti, meddai Daf wrth lyfu ei gwefusau.
Saesneg / English
Bryn Terfel
One day, Franz Kafka had found a sausage that was smaller than any sausage he had seen before.
– Hello, said the sausage. – I’m Bryn Terfel.
– You’ve lost quite a lot of weight, said Franz Kafka, before putting Bryn Terfel away in one of those cat bowls with big ears on their lids.
Dave the cat wanted to know what was in the bowl. Whatever it was, there was a delicious smell coming from it.
– He is my friend, exclaimed Franz Kafka.
– He was your friend, said Dave while licking her lips.
