text_original: The next year the imp advised the peasant to sow on the hill; and it turned out a wet simimer. Other people's corn was beaten down and rotted and the ears did not fill; but the peasant's crop, up on the hill, was a fine one. He had more grain left over than before, so that he did not know what to do with it all.
text_transcription: THE NEXT YEAR THE IMP ADVISED THE PEASANT TO SOW ON THE HILL AND IT TURNED OUT A WET SUMMER OTHER PEOPLE'S CORN WAS BEATEN DOWN AND ROTTED AND THE EARS DID NOT FILL BUT THE PEASANT'S CROP UP ON THE HILL WAS A FINE ONE HE HAD MORE GRAIN LEFT OVER THAN BEFORE SO THAT HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT ALL
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst jˈɪɹ ðɪ ˈɪmp ɐdvˈaɪzd ðə pˈɛzənt tə sˈoʊ ɔnðə hˈɪl; ænd ɪt tˈɜːnd ˈaʊt ɐ wˈɛt sˈɪmɪmɚ. ˈʌðɚ pˈiːpəlz kˈɔːɹn wʌz bˈiːʔn̩ dˌaʊn ænd ɹˈɑːɾᵻd ænd ðɪ ˈɪɹz dɪdnˌɑːt fˈɪl; bˌʌt ðə pˈɛzənts kɹˈɑːp, ˌʌp ɔnðə hˈɪl, wʌzɐ fˈaɪn wˌʌn. hiː hæd mˈɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪn lˈɛft ˌoʊvɚ ðɐn bᵻfˈɔːɹ, sˌoʊ ðæt hiː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wʌt tə dˈuː wɪð ɪɾ ˈɔːl.