– Daf, meddai Jeff y gath un tro, – wyt ti’n ofergoelus?
– Nadw, ateb Daf. – Sai’n credu yn yr holl rwtsh ‘na am drafferthion yn cael eu hachosi gan gathod du yn croesi dy lwybr.
– Na finne, meddai Jeff. – Ond ‘drych draw fan ‘na.
Mae cath du yn croesi llwybr Dewi Sant. Mae Dewi Sant yn cwympo i’r llawr.
– Paid becso. Mae hynny’n hollol normal, meddai Daf. – Ma’ fe jyst ‘di pasio mas ar y gwin ‘to.
Saesneg / English
Superstitious
– Dave, says Jeff the cat one day, – are you superstitious?
– No, answers Dave. – I don’t believe in all that rubbish about trouble being caused by black cats crossing your path.
– Nor me, said Jeff. – But look over there.
A black cat crosses Saint David’s path. Saint Savid collapses on the ground.
– Don’t worry. That’s completely normal, says Dave. – He’s just passed out on the wine again.
