Soon Timsi returned. She was very worried. Oh! Listen, my friends, The news is not good, Fishermen are coming, Swim away, we should! If we don't leave quickly, On one thing I can bet, They'll surely catch us all In their huge, big net. 
sun  ɹɪtɜ˞nd. ʃi wɑz vɛɹi wɜ˞id. oʊ! lɪsʌn, maɪ fɹɛndz, ðʌ nuz ɪz nɑt ɡʊd, fɪʃɜ˞mɪn ɑɹ kʌmɪŋ, swɪm ʌweɪ, wi ʃʊd! ɪf wi dɑn'ti liv kwɪkli, ɑn wʌn θɪŋ aɪ kæn bɛt, ðeɪ' ʃʊɹli kætʃ ʌs ɔl ɪn ðɛɹ hjudʒ, bɪɡ nɛt. 
 Indian delivers monotone speech with a slightly slow pace in a very quiet and clear environment.