ðə kˈɪŋ hˌædɪt slˈɔːɾɚd, bˌʌt ðə dˈɛd kˈæf tˈoʊld ɹˈʌʃəŋkˈoʊɾi tə bˈɛɹi ɪts bˈɑːdi, ænd ʃiː dˈɪd, ɛksˈɛpt fɚðə ʃˈæŋkboʊn, wˌɪtʃ ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt fˈaɪnd.
The king had it slaughtered, but the dead calf told Rushen-Coatie to bury its body, and she did, except for the shankbone, which she could not find.