text_original: At first all went well. The little pig trotted quietly along, and the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the little white clouds floated across the sky. But presently they came to a stile, and the pig did not want to go over it.
text_transcription: AT FIRST ALL WENT WELL THE LITTLE PIG TROTTED QUIETLY ALONG AND THE SUN SHONE AND THE BIRDS SANG AND THE LITTLE WHITE CLOUDS FLOATED ACROSS THE SKY BUT PRESENTLY THEY CAME TO A STILE AND THE PIG DID NOT WANT TO GO OVER IT
phonemes: æt fˈɜːst ˈɔːl wɛnt wˈɛl. ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈɪɡ tɹˈɑːɾᵻd kwˈaɪətli ɐlˈɔŋ, ænd ðə sˈʌn ʃˈɑːn, ænd ðə bˈɜːdz sˈæŋ, ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt klˈaʊdz flˈoʊɾᵻd əkɹˌɑːs ðə skˈaɪ. bˌʌt pɹˈɛzəntli ðeɪ kˈeɪm tʊ ɐ stˈaɪl, ænd ðə pˈɪɡ dɪdnˌɑːt wˈɔnt tə ɡˌoʊ ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt.