I wish they would leave me alone, he thought unhappily. One particular day Chandarva was especially unhappy because he had not eaten anything. The previous day a zebra had been killed. All the other jackals had eaten to their stomach's fill. But Chandarva had been shoved and pushed and not allowed to come near the dead zebra. Finally, he had been left only the bones to lick. He was angry, hungry and unhappy. 
aɪ wɪʃ ðeɪ wʊd liv mi ʌloʊn, hi θɔt ʌnhæpʌli. wʌn pɜ˞tɪkjʌlɜ˞ deɪ  wɑz ʌspɛʃli ʌnhæpi bɪkɔz hi hæd nɑt itʌn ɛniθɪŋ. ðʌ pɹiviʌs deɪ ʌ zibɹʌ hæd bɪn kɪld. ɔl ðʌ ʌðɜ˞  hæd itʌn tu ðɛɹ stʌmʌk'ɛs fɪl. bʌt  hæd bɪn ʃʌvd ʌnd pʊʃt ʌnd nɑt ʌlaʊd tu kʌm nɪɹ ðʌ dɛd zibɹʌ. faɪnʌli, hi hæd bɪn lɛft oʊnli ðʌ boʊnz tu lɪk. hi wɑz æŋɡɹi, hʌŋɡɹi ʌnd ʌnhæpi. 
 Indian speaks with a monotone voice at a slightly slower pace in a room with clear and close acoustics.