text_original: Crack after crack sounded from the forest  from here and there and everywhere, it seemed  and with a song that like a hurtling insect ran the scale of notes, the bullets buried themselves in the trunk of our oak with a chug.
text_transcription: CRACK AFTER CRACK SOUNDED FROM THE FOREST FROM HERE AND THERE AND EVERYWHERE IT SEEMED AND WITH A SONG THAT LIKE A HURTLING INSECT RAN THE SCALE OF NOTES THE BULLETS BURIED THEMSELVES IN THE TRUNK OF OUR OAK WITH A CHUG
phonemes: kɹˈæk ˈæftɚ kɹˈæk sˈaʊndᵻd fɹʌmðə fˈɔːɹɪst fɹʌm hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ænd ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ, ɪt sˈiːmd ænd wɪð ɐ sˈɔŋ ðæt lˈaɪk ɐ hˈɜːɾəlɪŋ ˈɪnsɛkt ɹˈæn ðə skˈeɪl ʌv nˈoʊts, ðə bˈʊlɪts bˈɛɹid ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪnðə tɹˈʌŋk ʌv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊk wɪð ɐ tʃˈʌɡ.