text_original: The next morning, when Breem swung open the door of the stall, he was not surprised to find the red roan standing quietly by the side of his mate. A bit of crumpled paper was pinned to the blanket. Breem read: I rode your horse. I had to. I'll surely make it right.
text_transcription: THE NEXT MORNING WHEN BRIM SWUNG OPEN THE DOOR OF THE STALL HE WAS NOT SURPRISED TO FIND THE RED ROAN STANDING QUIETLY BY THE SIDE OF HIS MATE A BIT OF CRUMPLED PAPER WAS PINNED TO THE BLANKET BRIM RED I RODE YOUR HORSE I HAD TO I'LL SURELY MAKE IT RIGHT
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˌɛn bɹˈiːm swˈʌŋ ˈoʊpən ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə stˈɔːl, hiː wʌz nˌɑːt sɚpɹˈaɪzd tə fˈaɪnd ðə ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊn stˈændɪŋ kwˈaɪətli baɪ ðə sˈaɪd ʌv hɪz mˈeɪt. ɐ bˈɪt ʌv kɹˈʌmpəld pˈeɪpɚ wʌz pˈɪnd tə ðə blˈæŋkɪt. bɹˈiːm ɹˈiːd: aɪ ɹˈoʊd jʊɹ hˈɔːɹs. aɪ hˈædtuː. aɪl ʃˈʊɹli mˌeɪk ɪt ɹˈaɪt.