Mae’r ffermwr ifanc o Geredigion allan yng ngardd y gwesty. Mae e wedi clymu aradr yn ei dractor.
Mae Daf y gath yn ei wylio e.
– Be ti neud? gofyn Daf.
– Ffarmo, meddai’r ffermwr ifanc. – Dreifo’r tractor.
Mae’n amlwg ei fod e wedi meddwi o hyd.
Mae e’n dechrau gwasgaru hadau yn y cwysi.
Pa fath o hadau ydyn nhw?
Arhoswch am funud. Nid hadau yw’r rheiny. Dreamies ydyn nhw.
O diar.
Saesneg / English
Ploughing
The young farmer from Ceredigion is out in the hotel garden. He has attached a plough to his tractor.
Dave the cat is watching him.
– What are you doing? ask Dave.
– Farming, says the young farmer. – Driving the tractor.
It is obvious that he is still drunk.
He begins to scatter seeds in the furrows.
What kind of seeds are they?
Wait a minute. Those are not seeds. They are Dreamies.
Oh dear.
