/pɪˈkwɪgnət/
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#1: /p/ | |
Lips | The lips start together. Then they separate. |
Teeth | There is a separation between the teeth. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#2: /ɪ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue raises high in the mouth. It moves to the front of the mouth. Then the tip of the tongue moves behind the bottom front teeth. The tongue remains relaxed in the front of the mouth. |
Lips | The lips separated and relaxed. |
Jaw | The jaw drops and the mouth opens a little bit. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#4: /k/ | |
Tongue | The back part of the tongue reaches up and touches the soft palate, cutting off the air. The tongue pulls away and the air flows. |
Lips | The lips position to adjust the sound that comes next. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#5: /w/ | |
Tongue | The back of the tongue reaches up high in the back. It does not touch the soft palate. The front part of the tongue remains forward. It touches the bottom front teeth. |
Lips | The lips form a rounded shape. They move away from the face. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#6: /ɪ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue raises high in the mouth. It moves to the front of the mouth. Then the tip of the tongue moves behind the bottom front teeth. The tongue remains relaxed in the front of the mouth. |
Lips | The lips separated and relaxed. |
Jaw | The jaw drops and the mouth opens a little bit. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#7: /g/ | |
Tongue | The back part of the tongue reaches up and touches the soft palate, cutting off the air. The tongue pulls away and the air flows. |
Lips | The lips position depends on the sound that comes next. |
Air | First, the air stops. Then it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#8: /n/ | |
Tongue | Your tongue is against the ridge behind the top teeth. |
Air | The air flows through the nose. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#9: /ə/ | |
Tongue | The tongue remains forward and relaxed. |
Lips | The lips relax. |
Jaw | The jaw drops. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#10: /t/ | |
Tongue | The tongue will come up. The front part will touch the roof of the mouth behind the top teeth. Then it will pull down to release the air. |
Teeth | The teeth are together. Then they separate. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
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Peculiar Pequignot picked a perfect picnic spot, Packing polka-dotted plates and a big, bumpy pot. Piles of crunchy pickles, puffy pillows on the side, Pequignot giggled gleefully, feeling a sense of pride. Pequignot then plucked a plump pineapple, And tossed it high like a playful petal. But alas! It slipped and caused a commotion, Piercing poor Pequignot's festive devotion. The pineapple plummeted onto the party, Popping all the pompoms and making things messy. Pequignot, panic-stricken, pondered a plan, To fix the fiasco, his face flushed like a fan. Proudly, Pequignot proclaimed, "Let's think on our feet! Perhaps we can prank, pretending we're beat!" Pouncing and posing, pretending to pout, Pequignot's pals played along, peals of laughter throughout. Pequignot and his pals turned the picnic into a party, Filled with playful pranks and antics so hearty. They danced and they twirled, twisted tongues without care, Pequignot, triumphant, loved the joy they all shared. So next time you stumble across a Pequignot or two, Remember this tale of laughter and goo. Embrace the mishaps, make the best of each day, And let the joy of life come out to play!
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Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi