The scent was getting stronger. He quickened his steps. Suddenly, his sharp ears perked. Was that a growl he heard? He looked behind. At the end of the street, he noticed the dog. It was huge. Its bright eyes gleamed in the dark. And from its throat came a fierce rumble. Behind this huge mongrel, were two others, and they were all coming toward him. 
ðʌ sɛnt wɑz ɡɛtɪŋ stɹɔŋɜ˞. hi kwɪkʌnd hɪz stɛps. sʌdʌnli, hɪz ʃɑɹp ɪɹz pɜ˞kt. wɑz ðæt ʌ ɡɹaʊl hi hɜ˞d? hi lʊkt bɪhaɪnd. æt ðʌ ɛnd ʌv ðʌ stɹit, hi noʊtʌst ðʌ dɔɡ. ɪt wɑz hjudʒ. ɪts bɹaɪt aɪz ɡlimd ɪn ðʌ dɑɹk. ʌnd fɹʌm ɪts θɹoʊt keɪm ʌ fɪɹs ɹʌmbʌl. bɪhaɪnd ðɪs hjudʒ , wɜ˞ tu ʌðɜ˞z, ʌnd ðeɪ wɜ˞ ɔl kʌmɪŋ tʌwɔɹd hɪm. 
 Indian speaks very slowly and in a very monotone tone, with a very clear and close-sounding recording.