Dhondu used to work for a washerman who lived in village just outside the forest. All day long, Dhondu would carry the washerman's load from the village to the river and back again. However, at night, when his work was done, Dhondu roamed around the village. In his youth, Dhondu must have been a handsome fellow. But age and hard work had caught up with him, and now he was old and lean. The thick grey fur that once covered his body had now grown thin and sparse. His teeth, which could chew even tough leather, had begun to fall. 
 juzd tu wɜ˞k fɔɹ ʌ  hu lɪvd ɪn vɪlʌdʒ dʒʌst aʊtsaɪd ðʌ fɔɹʌst. ɔl deɪ lɔŋ,  wʊd kæɹi ðʌ 'ɛs loʊd fɹʌm ðʌ vɪlʌdʒ tu ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞ ʌnd bæk ʌɡɛn. haʊɛvɜ˞, æt naɪt, wɛn hɪz wɜ˞k wɑz dʌn,  ɹoʊmd ɜ˞aʊnd ðʌ vɪlʌdʒ. ɪn hɪz juθ,  mʌst hæv bɪn ʌ hænsʌm fɛloʊ. bʌt eɪdʒ ʌnd hɑɹd wɜ˞k hæd kɑt ʌp wɪð hɪm, ʌnd naʊ hi wɑz oʊld ʌnd lin. ðʌ θɪk ɡɹeɪ fɜ˞ ðæt wʌns kʌvɜ˞d hɪz bɑdi hæd naʊ ɡɹoʊn θɪn ʌnd spɑɹs. hɪz tiθ, wɪtʃ kʊd tʃu ivɪn tʌf lɛðɜ˞, hæd bɪɡʌn tu fɔl. 
 Indian's voice is very clear and very close-sounding, with a monotone delivery, spoken slightly slowly.