text_original: The sixth fairy hesitated, and in that moment the wicked one stepped forward. While the others had spoken she had been swelling with spite like a toad. "And I say," cried she, "that in her seventeenth year she shall prick her finger with a spindle and fall dead."
text_transcription: THE SIXTH FAIRY HESITATED AND IN THAT MOMENT THE WICKED ONE STEPPED FORWARD WHILE THE OTHERS HAD SPOKEN SHE HAD BEEN SWELLING WITH SPITE LIKE A TOAD AND I SAY CRIED SHE THAT IN HER SEVENTEENTH YEAR SHE SHALL PRICK HER FINGER WITH A SPINDLE AND FALL DEAD
phonemes: ðə sˈɪksθ fˈɛɹi hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd, ænd ɪn ðæt mˈoʊmənt ðə wˈɪkᵻd wˈʌn stˈɛpt fˈɔːɹwɚd. wˌaɪl ðɪ ˈʌðɚz hæd spˈoʊkən ʃiː hɐdbɪn swˈɛlɪŋ wɪð spˈaɪt lˈaɪk ɐ tˈoʊd. "ænd aɪ sˈeɪ," kɹˈaɪd ʃiː, "ðæt ɪn hɜː sˈɛvəntˌiːnθ jˈɪɹ ʃiː ʃˌæl pɹˈɪk hɜː fˈɪŋɡɚ wɪð ɐ spˈɪndəl ænd fˈɔːl dˈɛd."