text_original: As was her wont on such misty days, she danced along with head held high, her neck a little arched, her ears pricked, pretending that things were not what they seemed, and now and then vigorously trying to leave me planted on the air.
text_transcription: AS WAS HER WOUND ON SUCH MISTY DAYS SHE DANCED ALONG WITH HEAD HELD HIGH HER NECK A LITTLE ARCHED HER EARS PRICKED PRETENDING THAT THINGS WERE NOT WHAT THEY SEEMED AND NOW AND THEN VIGOROUSLY TRYING TO LEAVE ME PLANTED ON THE AIR
phonemes: æz wʌz hɜː wˈɔnt ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ mˈɪsti dˈeɪz, ʃiː dˈænst ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð hˈɛd hˈɛld hˈaɪ, hɜː nˈɛk ɐ lˈɪɾəl ˈɑːɹtʃt, hɜːɹ ˈɪɹz pɹˈɪkt, pɹɪtˈɛndɪŋ ðæt θˈɪŋz wɜː nˌɑːt wʌt ðeɪ sˈiːmd, ænd nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn vˈɪɡɚɹəsli tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə lˈiːv mˌiː plˈæntᵻd ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹ.