text_original: As the sun was wearing down to the western ridges the mischievous sorrel mare turned her pack on a sapling, and one of the precious bags burst.
text_transcription: AS THE SUN WAS WEARING DOWN TO THE WESTERN RIDGES THE MISCHIEVOUS SORREL MARE TURNED HER PACK ON A SAPLING AND ONE OF THE PRECIOUS BAGS BURST
phonemes: æz ðə sˈʌn wʌz wˈɛɹɪŋ dˌaʊn tə ðə wˈɛstɚn ɹˈɪdʒᵻz ðə mˈɪstʃɪvəs sˈɔɹəl mˈɛɹ tˈɜːnd hɜː pˈæk ˌɔn ɐ sˈæplɪŋ, ænd wˈʌn ʌvðə pɹˈɛʃəs bˈæɡz bˈɜːst.