Un tro, roedd Daf y gath a’i chwaer Jeff yn y carchar eto. Roeddent yno ers pedwar diwrnod.
Doedden nhw ddim yn gwybod pam oedden nhw yn y carchar o gwbl.
– Falle ‘bo ni wedi cymryd gormod o catnip, awgrymodd Jeff.
– Falle, meddai Daf, – Rhaid ‘bo ni ‘di neud rhywbeth rîly drwg, ‘ta beth.
– We ti ar y cyffuriau yn ystod yr oedfa hefyd, ‘te?
– Do, do. Sai’n gallu goroesi pregeth Dewi Sant heb gyffuriau.
Agorodd drws y carchar. Ymddangosodd y staff, a oedd wedi cael lliw haul.
– Gwyliau eto, meddai Jeff yn swta gan rolio’i llygaid.
Saesneg / English
Prison
Once upon a time, Dave the cat and her sister Jeff were in prison again. They were there for four days.
They didn’t know why they were in prison at all.
– Maybe we’ve taken too much catnip, suggested Jeff.
– Maybe, said Dave. – We must have done something really bad, anyway.
– Were you on drugs during the service too, then?
– Yes, yes. I can’t survive St David’s sermon without drugs.
The prison door opened. The staff, who had got a sun tan, appeared.
– Holidays again, Jeff said curtly, rolling her eyes.
