On the top of the tree, Kauaa heard her praises. She puffed up her chest and turned her head. She was very proud of her looks. She loved her black feathers and her sharp beak. Hearing Lomdi praise her made her very happy. With the roti in her beak she nodded at him. 
ɑn ðʌ tɑp ʌv ðʌ tɹi,  hɜ˞d hɜ˞ pɹeɪzʌz. ʃi pʌft ʌp hɜ˞ tʃɛst ʌnd tɜ˞nd hɜ˞ hɛd. ʃi wɑz vɛɹi pɹaʊd ʌv hɜ˞ lʊks. ʃi lʌvd hɜ˞ blæk fɛðɜ˞z ʌnd hɜ˞ ʃɑɹp bik. hiɹɪŋ  pɹeɪz hɜ˞ meɪd hɜ˞ vɛɹi hæpi. wɪð ðʌ ɹoʊti ɪn hɜ˞ bik ʃi nɑdʌd æt hɪm. 
 Indian's voice is very clear and has a monotone delivery in a quiet environment with very little or no reverberation.