text_original: And then before Ebenezer knew it, he had been bowled over on his fat back, with his nose and cheeks stuck full of cruel sharp quills. The supposed ball had simply been a stray porcupine who had rolled himself up into a neat ball and gone to sleep.
text_transcription: AND THEN BEFORE EBENEZER KNEW IT HE HAD BEEN BOWLED OVER ON HIS FAT BACK WITH HIS NOSE AND CHEEKS STUCK FULL OF CRUEL SHARP QUILLS THE SUPPOSED BALL HAD SIMPLY BEEN A STRAY PORCUPINE WHO HAD ROLLED HIMSELF UP INTO A NEAT BALL AND GONE TO SLEEP
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˈɛbənˌɛzɚ nˈuː ɪt, hiː hɐdbɪn bˈoʊld ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌɔn hɪz fˈæt bˈæk, wɪð hɪz nˈoʊz ænd tʃˈiːks stˈʌk fˈʊl ʌv kɹˈuːəl ʃˈɑːɹp kwˈɪlz. ðə səpˈoʊzd bˈɔːl hæd sˈɪmpli bˌɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪ pˈɔːɹkjuːpˌaɪn hˌuː hæd ɹˈoʊld hɪmsˈɛlf ˌʌp ˌɪntʊ ɐ nˈiːt bˈɔːl ænd ɡɔn tə slˈiːp.