Un tro, daeth gwagle Ceidwadol i’r ardd.
– O na, meddai Daf y gath, – dim eto.
Gwisgai’r gwagle siwt las a chadwyn o berlau. Dim ond tri pheth allai’r gwagle ddweud.
– Caws! Marchnadoedd cig moch! Gwarthus!
– O Wagle Ceidwadol, wnei di ‘n helpu ni? Mae pawb yn mynd i rewi dros y gaeaf, yn gynnwys fi, meddai Dewi Sant.
– Gwarthus!
– Beth wyt ti’n mynd i wneud?
– Caws!
– Aros am funud, meddai Jeff y gath. – Gad i fi drio rhywbeth.
Oedodd.
– Beth fydd dy bolisi o ran annibyniaeth i Gymru?
– Marchnadoedd cig moch!
Erbyn hyn roedd Dewi Sant wedi dechrau fflyrtio gyda’r gwagle.
– PAID CUSANU TORÏAID, ebychodd Jeff.
– Pryd fydd ‘na etholiad? meddai Daf.
Saesneg / English
Conservative void
Once upon a time, a Conservative void came to the garden.
– Oh no, said Dave the cat, – not again.
The void wore a blue suit and a chain of pearls. The void could only say three things.
– Cheese! Pork markets! Disgraceful!
– Oh Conservative void, will you help us? Everyone is going to freeze over the winter, including me, said Dewi Sant.
– Disgraceful!
– What are you going to do?
– Cheese!
– Wait a minute, said Jeff the cat. – Let me try something.
She paused.
– What will be your policy regarding independence for Wales?
– Pork markets!
By this time Dewi Sant had started to flirt with the void.
– DON’T KISS TORIES, Jeff exclaimed.
– When will there be an election? said Dave.
