text_original: The leaves rustled in the summer's breeze, patches of sunlight flickered on the mould, the birds twittered, and the squirrels scolded. A chipmunk frightened me as he flew chattering along a log. And yet I went on.
text_transcription: THE LEAVES RUSTLED IN THE SUMMER'S BREEZE PATCHES OF SUNLIGHT FLICKERED ON THE MOULD THE BIRDS TWITTERED AND THE SQUIRRELS SCOLDED A CHIPMUNK FRIGHTENED ME AS HE FLEW CHATTERING ALONG A LOG AND YET I WENT ON
phonemes: ðə lˈiːvz ɹˈʌsəld ɪnðə sˈʌmɚz bɹˈiːz, pˈætʃᵻz ʌv sˈʌnlaɪt flˈɪkɚd ɔnðə mˈoʊld, ðə bˈɜːdz twˈɪɾɚd, ænd ðə skwˈɜːlz skˈoʊldᵻd. ɐ tʃˈɪpmʌŋk fɹˈaɪʔn̩d mˌiː æz hiː flˈuː tʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ɐ lˈɔɡ. ænd jˈɛt aɪ wɛnt ˈɔn.