One night, Dhondu had eaten to his heart and stomach's content. The field was aglow with the light from the full moon. The stars played hide and seek and in the distance, The crickets sang. A great feeling of joy swept over Dhondu. Singing in contentment, he looked up at the full moon. 
wʌn naɪt,  hæd itʌn tu hɪz hɑɹt ʌnd stʌmʌk'ɛs kɑntɛnt. ðʌ fild wɑz ʌɡloʊ wɪð ðʌ laɪt fɹʌm ðʌ fʊl mun. ðʌ stɑɹz pleɪd haɪd ʌnd sik ʌnd ɪn ðʌ dɪstʌns, ðʌ kɹɪkʌts sæŋ. ʌ ɡɹeɪt filɪŋ ʌv dʒɔɪ swɛpt oʊvɜ˞ . sɪŋɪŋ ɪn kʌntɛntmʌnt, hi lʊkt ʌp æt ðʌ fʊl mun. 
 Indian speaks with a monotone voice in a very quiet and clear environment, enunciating each word slightly slowly.