text_original: Then the little girl threw the brush over her shoulder. At once the brush became a great thick forest, through which the water sprite could hardly find her way. But she got through it at last, and then it did not take her long to be at their heels again.
text_transcription: THEN THE LITTLE GIRL THREW THE BRUSH OVER HER SHOULDER AT ONCE THE BRUSH BECAME A GREAT THICK FOREST THROUGH WHICH THE WATER SPRITE COULD HARDLY FIND HER WAY BUT SHE GOT THROUGH IT AT LAST AND THEN IT DID NOT TAKE HER LONG TO BE AT THEIR HEELS AGAIN
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl θɹˈuː ðə bɹˈʌʃ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ. ɐtwˈʌns ðə bɹˈʌʃ bɪkˌeɪm ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt θˈɪk fˈɔːɹɪst, θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ spɹˈaɪt kʊd hˈɑːɹdli fˈaɪnd hɜː wˈeɪ. bˌʌt ʃiː ɡɑːt θɹuː ɪɾ æt lˈæst, ænd ðˈɛn ɪt dɪdnˌɑːt tˈeɪk hɜː lˈɔŋ təbi æt ðɛɹ hˈiːlz ɐɡˈɛn.