text_original: "This last pretentious brag seemed to have exhausted even the lob worm's ingenuity, for, soon after he had uttered it, he shuffled away out of the meadow in the best fashion that he could, leaving the '_something_' in the field in a state of wondering regret.
text_transcription: THIS LAST PRETENTIOUS BRAG SEEMED TO HAVE EXHAUSTED EVEN THE LOBRUM'S INGENUITY FOR SOON AFTER HE HAD UTTERED IT HE SHUFFLED AWAY OUT OF THE MEADOW IN THE BEST FASHION THAT HE COULD LEAVING THE SOMETHING IN THE FIELD IN A STATE OF WONDERING REGRET
phonemes: "ðɪs lˈæst pɹɪtˈɛnʃəs bɹˈæɡ sˈiːmd tə hæv ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd ˈiːvən ðə lˈɑːb wˈɜːmz ˌɪndʒᵻnjˈuːɪɾi, fɔːɹ, sˈuːn ˈæftɚ hiː hæd ˈʌɾɚd ɪt, hiː ʃˈʌfəld ɐwˈeɪ ˌaʊɾəv ðə mˈɛdoʊ ɪnðə bˈɛst fˈæʃən ðæt hiː kˈʊd, lˈiːvɪŋ ðə sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪnðə fˈiːld ɪn ɐ stˈeɪt ʌv wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt.