text_original: Shrill, discordant cries suddenly burst from the branches above us, and a flock of strange, green birds flecked with red flew over our heads. Even Tom, intent upon the trail, turned and laughed at Polly Ann as she stood clutching me.
text_transcription: SHRILL DISCORDANT CRIES SUDDENLY BURST FROM THE BRANCHES ABOVE US AND A FLOCK OF STRANGE GREEN BIRDS FLECKED WITH RED FLEW OVER OUR HEADS EVEN TOM INTENT UPON THE TRAIL TURNED AND LAUGHED AT POLLYANN AS SHE STOOD CLUTCHING ME
phonemes: ʃɹˈɪl, dɪskˈɔːɹdənt kɹˈaɪz sˈʌdənli bˈɜːst fɹʌmðə bɹˈæntʃᵻz əbˈʌv ˌʌs, ænd ɐ flˈɑːk ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɡɹˈiːn bˈɜːdz flˈɛkt wɪð ɹˈɛd flˈuː ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz. ˈiːvən tˈɑːm, ɪntˈɛnt əpˌɑːn ðə tɹˈeɪl, tˈɜːnd ænd lˈæft æt pˈɑːli ˈæn æz ʃiː stˈʊd klˈʌtʃɪŋ mˌiː.