text_original: " We must make such rousing tires that the old owls will be scared from their nests among the rocks in their ruined palace. I can't endure owls. On that horrid night when I saw the fairy Ubfem she took the shape of an owl." " By Saint Sylvester ! " interrupted Guidon Stayper, turn  ing his head, " the angel of the storm beats his wings most furiously ! Take my advice, Captain Kennybol, and set fire to all the pine trees on the mountain. It would be a fine sight to see an army warm itself with a whole forest."
text_transcription: WE MUST MAKE SUCH ROUSING FIRES THAT THE OLD OWLS WILL BE SCARED FROM THEIR NESTS AMONG THE ROCKS IN THEIR RUINED PALACE I CAN'T ENDURE OWLS ON THAT HORRID NIGHT WHEN I SAW THE FAIRY UPHAM SHE TOOK THE SHAPE OF AN OWL BY SAINT SYLVESTER INTERRUPTED GOLDEN STIPER TURNING HIS HEAD THE ANGEL OF THE STORM BEATS HIS WINGS MOST FURIOUSLY TAKE MY ADVICE CAPTAIN CANNIBALL AND SET FIRE TO ALL THE PINE TREES ON THE MOUNTAIN IT WOULD BE A FINE SIGHT TO SEE AN ARMY WARM ITSELF WITH THE WHOLE FOREST
phonemes: " wiː mˈʌst mˌeɪk sˈʌtʃ ɹˈaʊzɪŋ tˈaɪɚz ðætðɪ ˈoʊld ˈaʊlz wɪl biː skˈɛɹd fɹʌm ðɛɹ nˈɛsts ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɹˈɑːks ɪn ðɛɹ ɹˈuːɪnd pˈælɪs. aɪ kˈænt ɛndˈʊɹ ˈaʊlz. ˌɔn ðæt hˈɔːɹɪd nˈaɪt wɛn aɪ sˈɔː ðə fˈɛɹi ˈʌbfəm ʃiː tˈʊk ðə ʃˈeɪp əvən ˈaʊl." " baɪ sˈeɪnt sˈɪlvɛstɚ ! " ˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd ɡˈaɪdɑːn stˈeɪpɚ, tˈɜːn ˈɪŋ hɪz hˈɛd, " ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ʌvðə stˈɔːɹm bˈiːts hɪz wˈɪŋz mˈoʊst fjˈʊɹɹiəsli ! tˈeɪk maɪ ɐdvˈaɪs, kˈæptɪn kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl, ænd sˈɛt fˈaɪɚ tʊ ˈɔːl ðə pˈaɪn tɹˈiːz ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn. ɪt wʊd biː ɐ fˈaɪn sˈaɪt tə sˈiː ɐn ˈɑːɹmi wˈɔːɹm ɪtsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ hˈoʊl fˈɔːɹɪst."