text_original: The straw sighed. "I was never as active as that," she said. "Always wherever the wind blew me I went. 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."
text_transcription: THE STRAW SIGHED I WAS NEVER AS ACTIVE AS THAT SHE SAID ALWAYS WHEREVER THE WIND BLEW ME I WENT 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
phonemes: ðə stɹˈɔː sˈaɪd. "aɪ wʌz nˈɛvɚɹ æz ˈæktɪv æz ðˈæt," ʃiː sˈɛd. "ˈɔːlweɪz wɛɹˈɛvɚ ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː mˌiː aɪ wˈɛnt. 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."