text_original: The farmer had picked up a whole armful of straws to make a bed for the cow; but the wind caught me up and carried me off—and here I am." While they were talking in this way the comrades came to a brook, and this stopped their journey, for they did not know how to get across.
text_transcription: THE FARMER HAD PICKED UP A WHOLE ARMFUL OF STRAWS TO MAKE A BED FOR THE COW BUT THE WIND CAUGHT ME UP AND CARRIED ME OFF AND HERE I AM WHILE THEY WERE TALKING IN THIS WAY THE COMRADES CAME TO A BROOK AND THIS STOPPED THEIR JOURNEY FOR THEY DID NOT KNOW HOW TO GET ACROSS
phonemes: ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ hæd pˈɪkt ˌʌp ɐ hˈoʊl ˈɑːɹmfəl ʌv stɹˈɔːz tə mˌeɪk ɐ bˈɛd fɚðə kˈaʊ; bˌʌt ðə wˈɪnd kˈɔːt mˌiː ˌʌp ænd kˈæɹid mˌiː ˈɔf—ænd hˈɪɹ aɪˈæm." wˌaɪl ðeɪ wɜː tˈɔːkɪŋ ɪn ðɪs wˈeɪ ðə kˈɑːmɹædz kˈeɪm tʊ ɐ bɹˈʊk, ænd ðɪs stˈɑːpt ðɛɹ dʒˈɜːni, fɔːɹ ðeɪ dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ tə ɡɛt əkɹˈɑːs.