text_original: Puffs of white smoke arose. Casey felt the light impact of lead. Glancing bright streaks darted down. They were arrows. Two thudded into the gravel, one into the wood. Then something tugged at his shoulder. Another arrow!
text_transcription: PUFFS OF WHITE SMOKE AROSE CASEY FELT THE LIGHT IMPACT OF LEAD GLANCING BRIGHT STREAKS DARTED DOWN THERE WERE ARROWS TWO THUDDED INTO THE GRAVEL ONE INTO THE WOOD THEN SOMETHING TUGGED AT HIS SHOULDER ANOTHER ARROW
phonemes: pˈʌfs ʌv wˈaɪt smˈoʊk ɚɹˈoʊz. kˈeɪsi fˈɛlt ðə lˈaɪt ˈɪmpækt ʌv lˈiːd. ɡlˈænsɪŋ bɹˈaɪt stɹˈiːks dˈɑːɹɾᵻd dˈaʊn. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˈæɹoʊz. tˈuː θˈʌdᵻd ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈævəl, wˈʌn ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈʊd. ðˈɛn sˈʌmθɪŋ tˈʌɡd æt hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ. ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ˈæɹoʊ!