ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, hiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ɹᵻtˈɜːn hˈoʊm, bˌʌt ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən tˈoʊld hˌɪm ðə sˈɛvən fˈoʊlz wʊd kˈʌm bˈæk ðɪs wˈeɪ, ænd ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm mˈɔs ænd wˈɔːɾɚ tə ɡˈɪv tə ðə kˈɪŋ æz wʌt ðeɪ ˈeɪt ænd dɹˈæŋk.
In the evening, he was going to return home, but the old woman told him the seven foals would come back this way, and gave him moss and water to give to the king as what they ate and drank.