Mae morlo yn torheulo ar gefnen o fwd. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Mae’n ddrwg gen’ i,’ meddai’r morlo, gan chwifio ei aden. ‘Rwy’n rhy brysur yn cael lliw haul.’ A seal is sunbathing on a bank of mud. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘Sorry,’ says the seal, with a wave of his flipper. ‘I’m too busy working on my tan.’
Mae eog yn gwibio i fyny’r afon. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Mae’n ddrwg gen’ i,’ meddai’r eog, gan chwipio ei aden. ‘Rwy’n rhy brysur yn nofio adref i silio.’ A salmon is rushing up the river. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘Sorry,’ says the salmon, with a swish of her fins. ‘I’m too busy swimming home to spawn.’
Mae pioden fôr yn eistedd ar y cerrig mân. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Mae’n ddrwg gen’ i,’ meddai’r bioden fôr gan ffluwchio ei phlu. ‘Rwy’n rhy brysur yn deor fy wyau.’ An oystercatcher is sitting on the shingle. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘Sorry,’ says the oystercatcher with a fluff of her feathers. ‘I’m too busy hatching my eggs.’
Mae gwyfyn bwrned yn hedfan heibio. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Mae’n ddrwg gen’ i,’ meddai’r gwyfyn, gan ysgwyd ei adenydd. ‘Rwy’n rhy brysur yn chwilio am neithdar i’w sugno.’ A burnet moth is flying by. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘Sorry,’ says the moth, with a flutter of wings. ‘I’m too busy searching for nectar to suck.’
Mae cwtiad y traeth yn troi cerrig wrth y môr. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Mae’n ddrwg gen’ i,’ meddai’r cwtiad y traeth, gan glecian ei big. ‘Rwy’n rhy brysur yn chwilio am ginio.’ A turnstone is flipping rocks by the sea. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘Sorry,’ says the turnstone, with a flick of her beak. ‘I’m too busy looking for lunch.’
Mae ehedydd yn canu’n uchel yn yr awyr. ‘Wnei di fy helpu i ddod o hyd i fy nghynffon?’ gofynna Larry. ‘Dyna fadfall wirion wyt ti,’ meddai’r ehedydd, a gwên yn ei gân. ‘Ar ôl yr holl amser rwyt ti wedi tyfu un newydd!’ A skylark is singing high in the sky. ‘Will you help me find my tail?’ asks Larry. ‘You silly lizard,’ says the skylark, with a gleam in his eye. ‘After all this time you’ve grown a new one!’