Dhondu's pride was hurt. What did Juno know about music? His howl was so sharp that it hurt the ears. I will give him a lesson or two in singing, he thought. Juno, there are certain things about which you are ignorant. I know you envy my beautiful voice and my singing. You don't wish for everyone to gather around and start applauding. But do not fret, my dear friend. I will teach you to sing later. Right now, I have to sing! 
'ɛs pɹaɪd wɑz hɜ˞t. wʌt dɪd dʒunoʊ noʊ ʌbaʊt mjuzɪk? hɪz haʊl wɑz soʊ ʃɑɹp ðæt ɪt hɜ˞t ðʌ ɪɹz. aɪ wɪl ɡɪv hɪm ʌ lɛsʌn ɔɹ tu ɪn sɪŋɪŋ, hi θɔt. dʒunoʊ, ðɛɹ ɑɹ sɜ˞tʌn θɪŋz ʌbaʊt wɪtʃ ju ɑɹ ɪɡnɜ˞ʌnt. aɪ noʊ ju ɛnvi maɪ bjutʌfʌl vɔɪs ʌnd maɪ sɪŋɪŋ. ju dɑn'ti wɪʃ fɔɹ ɛvɹiwʌn tu ɡæðɜ˞ ɜ˞aʊnd ʌnd stɑɹt ʌplɔdɪŋ. bʌt du nɑt fɹɛt, maɪ dɪɹ fɹɛnd. aɪ wɪl titʃ ju tu sɪŋ leɪtɜ˞. ɹaɪt naʊ, aɪ hæv tu sɪŋ! 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice at a moderate speed, and the recording is of very good quality, with clear and distinct sounds.