Mae pawb yn yr ardd wedi bod yn chwarae pêl-droed, heblaw am Dewi Sant, sydd wedi pasio mas yn ei sied, a’r chwarter-siarc, sydd yn nofio mewn cwstard Santes Dwynwen.
– Sai’mod amdanat ti, meddai Daf y gath wrth ei chwaer Jeff – Ond sai rîly yn gystadleuol o gwbl.
– Na finne, ymateb Jeff.
Mae’r Prifdaten yn bloeddio ar ei fyddin o datws, ond maen nhw wedi rhoi’r ffidl yn y to. Mae Crispin y milgi wedi gorwedd i lawr ar y “cae”, hyd yn oed.
Cyn bo hir, mae pawb yn cytuno bod chwarae pêl-droed yn llawer o ymdrech, a byddai’n well gyda nhw cael paned o de yn ei le.
Saesneg / English
Effort
Everyone in the garden has been playing football, except for Saint David, who has passed out in his shed, and the quarter-shark, who is swimming in Saint Dwynwen’s custard.
– Dunno about you, says Dave the cat to her sister Jeff, – but I’m not really competitive at all.
– Nor me, Jeff responds.
The Prime Potato is shouting at his army of potatoes, but they have given up. Even Crispin the greyhound has lain down on the “field”.
Before long, everyone agrees that playing football is a lot of effort, and they would prefer to have a cup of tea instead.
