Come in then, said Juno. Off went the two in search of the cucumbers. It wasn't long before Juno's sharp nose found the garden where they grew. Dhondu could not believe what he saw. There were cucumbers everywhere. They grew in every shape and size. Fat, juicy cucumbers. Long, tender ones. Small, sweet and crisp and some that were so huge that creepers bent under their weight. 
kʌm ɪn ðɛn, sɛd dʒunoʊ. ɔf wɛnt ðʌ tu ɪn sɜ˞tʃ ʌv ðʌ kjukʌmbɜ˞z. ɪt 'ti lɔŋ bɪfɔɹ dʒunoʊ'ɛs ʃɑɹp noʊz faʊnd ðʌ ɡɑɹdʌn wɛɹ ðeɪ ɡɹu.  kʊd nɑt bɪliv wʌt hi sɔ. ðɛɹ wɜ˞ kjukʌmbɜ˞z ɛvɹiwɛɹ. ðeɪ ɡɹu ɪn ɛvɜ˞i ʃeɪp ʌnd saɪz. fæt, dʒusi kjukʌmbɜ˞z. lɔŋ, tɛndɜ˞ wʌnz. smɔl, swit ʌnd kɹɪsp ʌnd sʌm ðæt wɜ˞ soʊ hjudʒ ðæt  bɛnt ʌndɜ˞ ðɛɹ weɪt. 
 Indian speaks monotone and slightly slowly in a very clear recording with a very close-sounding microphone.