text_original: The Campbell surgeons winked at my litter, until one regular in  spection day, when my cushions and rags, clean and unclean, those marked John Smith, and those labeled Tom Brown, were all huddled up and stuffed en masse into the pantry closet.
text_transcription: THE CAMPBELL SURGEONS WINKED AT MY LITTER UNTIL ONE REGULAR INSPECTION DAY WHEN MY CUSHIONS AND RAGS CLEAN AND UNCLEAN THOSE MARKED JOHN SMITH AND THOSE LABELED TOM BROWN WERE ALL HUDDLED UP AND STUFFED ALMOST INTO THE PANTRY CLOSET
phonemes: ðə kˈæmbəl sˈɜːdʒənz wˈɪŋkt æt maɪ lˈɪɾɚ, ʌntˈɪl wˈʌn ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚɹ ɪn spˈɛkʃən dˈeɪ, wˌɛn maɪ kˈʊʃənz ænd ɹˈæɡz, klˈiːn ænd ʌŋklˈiːn, ðoʊz mˈɑːɹkt dʒˈɑːn smˈɪθ, ænd ðoʊz lˈeɪbəld tˈɑːm bɹˈaʊn, wɜːɹ ˈɔːl hˈʌdəld ˌʌp ænd stˈʌft ɑːn mˈæs ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈæntɹi klˈɑːzɪt.