ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, hiː hædtə tʃˈeɪs ˈæftɚ ðə sˈɛvən fˈoʊlz ænd ɡɹˈuː sˌoʊ tˈaɪɚd ðæt wɛn ɐn ˈoʊld wˈʊmən, spˈɪnɪŋ, kˈɔːld hˌɪm tə stˈeɪ wɪð hɜː ænd lˈɛt hɜː kˈoʊm hɪz hˈɛɹ, hiː dˈɪd.
The next morning, he had to chase after the seven foals and grew so tired that when an old woman, spinning, called him to stay with her and let her comb his hair, he did.