text_original: That had been a long, hard, anxious journey for Unc' Billy from Farmer Brown's hen house to the Green Forest. The snow was so deep that he could hardly wade through it. When he reached that hollow tree, he was so tired that it was all he could do to climb it. Of course it wasn't his own hollow tree, where old Mrs. Possum and the eight little Possums lived. He knew better than to go there, leaving a plain track for Farmer Brown's boy to follow.
text_transcription: THAT HAD BEEN A LONG HARD ANXIOUS JOURNEY FOR UNCLE BILLY FROM FARMER BROWN'S HEN HOUSE TO THE GREEN FOREST THE SNOW WAS SO DEEP THAT HE COULD HARDLY WADE THROUGH IT WHEN HE REACHED THAT HOLLOW TREE HE WAS SO TIRED THAT IT WAS ALL HE COULD DO TO CLIMB IT OF COURSE IT WASN'T HIS OWN HOLLOW TREE WHERE OLD MISSUS POSSUM AND THE EIGHT LITTLE POSSUMS LIVED HE KNEW BETTER THAN TO GO THERE LEAVING A PLAIN TRACK FOR FARMER BROWN'S BOY TO FOLLOW
phonemes: ðæt hɐdbɪn ɐ lˈɔŋ, hˈɑːɹd, ˈæŋʃəs dʒˈɜːni fɔːɹ ˈʌŋk bˈɪli fɹʌm fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz hˈɛn hˈaʊs tə ðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈɔːɹɪst. ðə snˈoʊ wʌz sˌoʊ dˈiːp ðæt hiː kʊd hˈɑːɹdli wˈeɪd θɹˈuː ɪt. wˌɛn hiː ɹˈiːtʃt ðæt hˈɑːloʊ tɹˈiː, hiː wʌz sˌoʊ tˈaɪɚd ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ˈɔːl hiː kʊd dˈuː tə klˈaɪm ɪt. ʌv kˈɔːɹs ɪt wˈʌzn̩t hɪz ˈoʊn hˈɑːloʊ tɹˈiː, wˌɛɹ ˈoʊld mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːsəm ænd ðɪ ˈeɪt lˈɪɾəl pˈɑːsəmz lˈɪvd. hiː nˈuː bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn tə ɡˌoʊ ðˈɛɹ, lˈiːvɪŋ ɐ plˈeɪn tɹˈæk fɔːɹ fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz bˈɔɪ tə fˈɑːloʊ.