text_original: 'T don't at all like the feeling of this butter on my head," he said, as he continued his journey, " and I wish I could find some water, so that I could wash it off." His wish was gratified, for there, right before him, was a well. And not only a well, but a bucket, too.
text_transcription: I DON'T AT ALL LIKE THE FEELING OF THIS BUTTER ON MY HEAD HE SAID AS HE CONTINUED HIS JOURNEY AND I WISH I COULD FIND SOME WATER SO THAT I COULD WASH IT OFF HIS WISH WAS GRATIFIED FOR THERE RIGHT BEFORE HIM WAS A WELL AND NOT ONLY A WELL BUT A BUCKET TOO
phonemes: tˈiː dˈoʊnt æɾ ˈɔːl lˈaɪk ðə fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv ðɪs bˈʌɾɚɹ ˌɔn maɪ hˈɛd," hiː sˈɛd, æz hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd hɪz dʒˈɜːni, " ænd aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ kʊd fˈaɪnd sˌʌm wˈɔːɾɚ, sˌoʊ ðæt aɪ kʊd wˈɑːʃ ɪɾ ˈɔf." hɪz wˈɪʃ wʌz ɡɹˈæɾᵻfˌaɪd, fɔːɹ ðˈɛɹ, ɹˈaɪt bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, wʌzɐ wˈɛl. ænd nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ɐ wˈɛl, bˌʌt ɐ bˈʌkɪt, tˈuː.