Mae Dewi Sant yn sâl. Mae e’n gorwedd ar ei wely yn ei sied. Dyw e ddim eisiau gweithio.
Dyw e byth eisiau gweithio beth bynnag.
Mae Jeff y gath wedi ymgyrlio wrth ei draed.
– Dylet ti fod yn nawddsant traed cynnes, meddai Dewi Sant.
Ond ddaw ddim ateb. Mae Jeff yn cysgu.
Saesneg / English
Ill
Saint David is ill. He is lying on his bed in his shed. He doesn’t want to work.
He never wants to work anyway.
Jeff the cat is curled up at his feet.
– You should be the patron saint of warm feet, says Saint David.
But no answer comes. Jeff is sleeping.
