text_original: The tangled mass down the creek took on a shade of green, and a faint breath came from the southward. The sorrel mare sniffed it, and stamped. Then silence again,  a long silence.
text_transcription: THE TANGLED MASS DOWN THE CREEK TOOK ON A SHADE OF GREEN AND A FAINT BREATH CAME FROM THE SOUTHWARD THE SORREL MARE SNIFFED IT AND STAMPED THEN SILENCE AGAIN A LONG SILENCE
phonemes: ðə tˈæŋɡəld mˈæs dˌaʊn ðə kɹˈiːk tˈʊk ˌɔn ɐ ʃˈeɪd ʌv ɡɹˈiːn, ænd ɐ fˈeɪnt bɹˈɛθ kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə sˈaʊθwɚd. ðə sˈɔɹəl mˈɛɹ snˈɪft ɪt, ænd stˈæmpt. ðˈɛn sˈaɪləns ɐɡˈɛn,  ɐ lˈɔŋ sˈaɪləns.