Chandarva laughed to himself. Oh, this is fun! He who had been teased and bullied was now wearing the mantle of a king, and all because of his blue fur. Who could have dreamt of this? Aloud he said, Mr.Lion, you shall be my Chief Minister. You will hunt and bring me food everyday. Mr. Tiger, you will assist Mr. Lion. Mr. Elephant, you are my royal doorkeeper and Mr. Monkey, you have the special honour of holding the royal umbrella over me. 
 læft tu hɪmsɛlf. oʊ, ðɪs ɪz fʌn! hi hu hæd bɪn tizd ʌnd bʊlid wɑz naʊ wɛɹɪŋ ðʌ mæntʌl ʌv ʌ kɪŋ, ʌnd ɔl bɪkɔz ʌv hɪz blu fɜ˞. hu kʊd hæv dɹɛmt ʌv ðɪs? ʌlaʊd hi sɛd, mɪstɜ˞.laɪʌn, ju ʃæl bi maɪ tʃif mɪnʌstɜ˞. ju wɪl hʌnt ʌnd bɹɪŋ mi fud ɛvɹideɪ. mɪstɜ˞. taɪɡɜ˞, ju wɪl ʌsɪst mɪstɜ˞. laɪʌn. mɪstɜ˞. ɛlʌfʌnt, ju ɑɹ maɪ ɹɔɪʌl dɔɹkipɜ˞ ʌnd mɪstɜ˞. mʌŋki, ju hæv ðʌ spɛʃʌl ɑnɜ˞ ʌv hoʊldɪŋ ðʌ ɹɔɪʌl ʌmbɹɛlʌ oʊvɜ˞ mi. 
 Indian's voice is very clear and close-sounding, with a monotone delivery and a moderate speaking pace.