So Kauaa glided down like a plane, picked a roti from the granny's vessel and quickly flew towards her nest on the old tamarind tree. With the roti in her beak Kauaa sat down to eat, When suddenly she heard The sound of someone's feet. Is it a dog or a cat, Or a bear, big and brown. Who can this be? Thought Kauaa with a frown. 
soʊ  ɡlaɪdɪd daʊn laɪk ʌ pleɪn, pɪkt ʌ ɹoʊti fɹʌm ðʌ ɡɹæni'ɛs vɛsʌl ʌnd kwɪkli flu tʌwɔɹdz hɜ˞ nɛst ɑn ðʌ oʊld  tɹi. wɪð ðʌ ɹoʊti ɪn hɜ˞ bik  sæt daʊn tu it, wɛn sʌdʌnli ʃi hɜ˞d ðʌ saʊnd ʌv sʌmwʌn'ɛs fit. ɪz ɪt ʌ dɔɡ ɔɹ ʌ kæt, ɔɹ ʌ bɛɹ, bɪɡ ʌnd bɹaʊn. hu kæn ðɪs bi? θɔt  wɪð ʌ fɹaʊn. 
 Indian's voice is very clear in this recording, with a monotone delivery that is slightly slower than usual. The close-sounding acoustic makes for an intimate listening experience.