Mae brech ar Eifion yr octopws. Mae e’n cosi’n arw. Mae smotiau coch drosto fe i gyd.
Mae e’n mynd i weld y milfeddyg.
– Gweddïwn, meddai’r milfeddyg.
O, na. Mae problem.
Yr Esgob mewn gwisg ffansi yw’r milfeddyg.
Mae Eifion yn dychwelyd i’r ardd a dringo i mewn i’r peiriant golchi llestri er mwyn lleddfu’r cosi. Mae e wedi cael hen ddigon.
Saesneg / English
Rash
Eifion the octopus has a rash. He is itching badly. There are red spots all over him.
He goes to see the vet.
– Let us pray, says the vet.
Oh, no. There is a problem.
The vet is the Bishop in fancy dress.
Eifion returns to the garden and climbs into the dishwasher to relieve the itching. He has had enough.
