Mae rhywun wedi hollti’r hanner-siarc yn ei hanner, sydd yn anghyffyrddus iawn.
Erbyn hyn, chwarter-siarc yw e. Mae e’n cael trafferth jyglo.
– Be ddigwyddodd? gofyn Daf y gath.
– Sai’mod, meddai’r chwarter-siarc. Wê popeth mor glou.
Mae Daf y gath yn sylwi ar Dewi Sant yn chwerthin a Crispin y milgi â chyllell wedi’i chlymu wrth ei gefn, a phenderfynu dweud dim byd.
Saesneg / English
Someone has split the half-shark in half, which is very uncomfortable.
By now, he is a quarter-shark. He is having trouble juggling.
– What happened? asks Dave the cat.
– Dunno, says the quarter-shark. Everything was so quick.
Dave the cat notices Saint David laughing and Crispin the greyhound with a knife tied to his back, and decides to say nothing.
