text_original: After frisking about he would stop to rest. Then he would sit up very straight and fold his hands across his breast, where they would get nice and warm in the fur of his coat. His beautiful, great gray tail would be arched up over his back. His bright eyes would snap and twinkle, and then he would shout just for joy, and every time he shouted he jerked his big tail. Farmer Brown's boy called it barking, but it was Happy Jack's way of shouting.
text_transcription: AFTER FRISKING ABOUT HE WOULD STOP TO REST THEN HE WOULD SIT UP VERY STRAIGHT AND FOLD HIS HANDS ACROSS HIS BREAST WHERE THEY WOULD GET NICE AND WARM IN THE FUR OF HIS COAT HIS BEAUTIFUL GREAT GRAY TAIL WOULD BE ARCHED UP OVER HIS BACK HIS BRIGHT EYES WOULD SNAP AND TWINKLE AND THEN HE WOULD SHOUT JUST FOR JOY AND EVERY TIME HE SHOUTED HE JERKED HIS BIG TAIL FARMER BROWN'S BOY CALLED IT BARKING BUT IT WAS HAPPY JACK'S WAY OF SHOUTING
phonemes: ˈæftɚ fɹˈɪskɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt hiː wʊd stˈɑːp tə ɹˈɛst. ðˈɛn hiː wʊd sˈɪt ˌʌp vˈɛɹi stɹˈeɪt ænd fˈoʊld hɪz hˈændz əkɹˌɑːs hɪz bɹˈɛst, wˌɛɹ ðeɪ wʊd ɡɛt nˈaɪs ænd wˈɔːɹm ɪnðə fˈɜːɹ ʌv hɪz kˈoʊt. hɪz bjˈuːɾifəl, ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈeɪ tˈeɪl wʊd biː ˈɑːɹtʃt ˌʌp ˌoʊvɚ hɪz bˈæk. hɪz bɹˈaɪt ˈaɪz wʊd snˈæp ænd twˈɪŋkəl, ænd ðˈɛn hiː wʊd ʃˈaʊt dʒˈʌst fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ, ænd ˈɛvɹi tˈaɪm hiː ʃˈaʊɾᵻd hiː dʒˈɜːkt hɪz bˈɪɡ tˈeɪl. fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz bˈɔɪ kˈɔːld ɪt bˈɑːɹkɪŋ, bˌʌt ɪt wʌz hˈæpi dʒˈæks wˈeɪ ʌv ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ.