text_original: "No, I haven't," he growled, "and you deserved all you received!" He was turning his back to go, when from the jungle came the soft, sweet trumpeting of the little White Elephant. At the sound of his loved one's voice the East Wind changed again, and, turning once more to Tibbs, he added: "Try the North Wind for a December day, mine are not so warm as his."
text_transcription: NO I HAVEN'T HE GROWLED AND YOU DESERVED ALL YOU RECECEIVED HE WAS TURNING HIS BACK TO GO WHEN FROM THE JUNGLE CAME THE SOFT SWEET TRUMPETING OF THE LITTLE WHITE ELEPHANT AT THE SOUND OF HIS LOVED ONE'S VOICE THE EAST WIND CHANGED AGAIN AND TURNING ONCE MORE TO TIBBS HE ADDED TRY THE NORTH WIND FOR A DECEMBER DAY MINE ARE NOT SO WARM AS HIS
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, aɪ hˈævənt," hiː ɡɹˈaʊld, "ænd juː dɪzˈɜːvd ˈɔːl juː ɹᵻsˈiːvd!" hiː wʌz tˈɜːnɪŋ hɪz bˈæk tə ɡˈoʊ, wˌɛn fɹʌmðə dʒˈʌŋɡəl kˈeɪm ðə sˈɔft, swˈiːt tɹˈʌmpɪɾɪŋ ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt ˈɛlɪfənt. æt ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz lˈʌvd wˈʌnz vˈɔɪs ðɪ ˈiːst wˈɪnd tʃˈeɪndʒd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd, tˈɜːnɪŋ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ tə tˈɪbz, hiː ˈædᵻd: "tɹˈaɪ ðə nˈɔːɹθ wˈɪnd fɚɹə dᵻsˈɛmbɚ dˈeɪ, mˈaɪn ɑːɹ nˌɑːt sˌoʊ wˈɔːɹm æz hˈɪz."