text_original: Sunday morning I lay abed, with Bunny tugging very hard to get me up for breakfast, until it was almost eight o'clock, and my grandchild in a bitter strait of hunger for the things she smelled.
text_transcription: SUNDAY MORNING I LAY ABED WITH BUNNY TUGGING VERY HARD TO GET ME UP FOR BREAKFAST UNTIL IT WAS ALMOST EIGHT O'CLOCK AND MY GRANDCHILD IN A BITTER STRAIT OF HUNGER FOR THE THINGS SHE SMELLED
phonemes: sˈʌndeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ aɪ lˈeɪ ɐbˈɛd, wɪð bˈʌni tˈʌɡɪŋ vˈɛɹi hˈɑːɹd tə ɡɛt mˌiː ˌʌp fɔːɹ bɹˈɛkfəst, ʌntˈɪl ɪt wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈeɪt əklˈɑːk, ænd maɪ ɡɹˈændtʃaɪld ɪn ɐ bˈɪɾɚ stɹˈeɪt ʌv hˈʌŋɡɚ fɚðə θˈɪŋz ʃiː smˈɛld.