text_original: "Well, old Bellmouth," said the donkey, "what ails you? You seem to be in trouble." "Trouble indeed," answered the hound. "I have grown so old and stiff that I am no longer able to run with the pack, so my master had no more use for me. He drove me away and threw stones after me. What is to become of me now I do not know. If my master would not keep me I am sure no one else will."
text_transcription: WELL OLD BILL MOUTH SAID THE DONKEY WHAT AILS YOU YOU SEEM TO BE IN TROUBLE TROUBLE INDEED ANSWERED THE HOUND I HAVE GROWN SO OLD AND STIFF THAT I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO RUN WITH THE PACK SO MY MASTER HAD NO MORE USE FOR ME HE DROVE ME AWAY AND THREW STONES AFTER ME WHAT IS TO BECOME OF ME NOW I DO NOT KNOW IF MY MASTER WOULD NOT KEEP ME I AM SURE NO ONE ELSE WILL
phonemes: "wˈɛl, ˈoʊld bˈɛlməθ," sˈɛd ðə dˈɔŋki, "wˌʌt ˈeɪlz juː? juː sˈiːm təbi ɪn tɹˈʌbəl." "tɹˈʌbəl ˌɪndˈiːd," ˈænsɚd ðə hˈaʊnd. "aɪ hæv ɡɹˈoʊn sˌoʊ ˈoʊld ænd stˈɪf ðæt aɪɐm nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˈeɪbəl tə ɹˈʌn wɪððə pˈæk, sˌoʊ maɪ mˈæstɚ hæd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ jˈuːs fɔːɹ mˌiː. hiː dɹˈoʊv mˌiː ɐwˈeɪ ænd θɹˈuː stˈoʊnz ˈæftɚ mˌiː. wˌʌt ɪz tə bɪkˌʌm ʌv mˌiː nˈaʊ aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ. ɪf maɪ mˈæstɚ wʊd nˌɑːt kˈiːp mˌiː aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ nˈoʊwˈʌn ˈɛls wˈɪl."