text_original: "It is I, your mother, my dears," answered the wolf in his great rough voice. "Open the door and let me in." But the kids were very clever little kids. "No, no," they cried. "You are not our mother. Our mother has a soft, sweet voice, and your voice is harsh and rough. You must be the wolf." When the wolf heard this he was very angry. He battered and battered at the door, but they would not let him in.
text_transcription: IT IS I YOUR MOTHER MY DEARS ANSWERED THE WOLF IN HIS GREAT ROUGH VOICE OPEN THE DOOR AND LET ME IN BUT THE KIDS WERE VERY CLEVER LITTLE KIDS NO NO THEY CRIED YOU ARE NOT OUR MOTHER OUR MOTHER HAS A SOFT SWEET VOICE AND YOUR VOICE IS HARSH AND ROUGH YOU MUST BE THE WOLF WHEN THE WOLF HEARD THIS HE WAS VERY ANGRY HE BATTERED AND BATTERED AT THE DOOR BUT THEY WOULD NOT LET HIM IN
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz ˈaɪ, jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹz," ˈænsɚd ðə wˈʊlf ɪn hɪz ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈʌf vˈɔɪs. "ˈoʊpən ðə dˈɔːɹ ænd lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn." bˌʌt ðə kˈɪdz wɜː vˈɛɹi klˈɛvɚ lˈɪɾəl kˈɪdz. "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ," ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd. "juː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ˌaʊɚ mˈʌðɚ. ˌaʊɚ mˈʌðɚ hɐz ɐ sˈɔft, swˈiːt vˈɔɪs, ænd jʊɹ vˈɔɪs ɪz hˈɑːɹʃ ænd ɹˈʌf. juː mˈʌst biː ðə wˈʊlf." wˌɛn ðə wˈʊlf hˈɜːd ðɪs hiː wʌz vˈɛɹi ˈæŋɡɹi. hiː bˈæɾɚd ænd bˈæɾɚd æt ðə dˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt lˈɛt hˌɪm ˈɪn.