Mae’r chwarter-siarc yn sâl. Mae e’n cwyno am fola tost, er nad oes bola ganddo.
Mae Daf y gath yn mynd ati i wneud llysnafedd du, erchyll.
– Cymer peth o hyn, meddai Daf. – Bydd e’n wneud i ti deimlo’n well.
Mae’r chwarter-siarc yn ufuddhau, cyn gwneud sŵn od a chwympo ar beth sydd ar ôl o’i ystlys.
– O diar, meddai Daf.
English / Saesneg
Illness
The quarter-shark is ill. He is complaining of belly-ache, even though he doesn’t have a belly.
Dave the cat sets about making a horrible black slime.
– Take some of this, says Dave. – It will make you feel better.
The quarter-shark obeys, before making a strange noise and collapsing on what’s left of his flank.
– Oh dear, says Dave.
