This webpage has been designed to help you practice the use the VoiceOver Rotor gesture to change how you navigate, and have some fun at the same time.
To navigate by heading, put the Rotor on heading and swipe up or down with one finger.
To navigate by button, put the Rotor on buttons and swipe up or down with one finger.
To navigate by static text, put the Rotor on static text and swipe up or down with one finger.
Swiping left and right will take you to everything on the page so you do not miss anything, but it is a very, very slow process.
Put the Rotor on heading and swipe down!
Puppy and I, by A A Milne.
I met a Man as I went walking: We got talking, Man and I. "Where are you going to, Man?" I said
(I said as the Man went by). "Down to the village, to get some bread. Will you come with me?" "No, not I."
I met a horse as I went walking; I met a horse as I went walking; We got talking, Horse and I. "Where are you going to, Horse, today?"
(I said to the Horse went by). "Down to the village to get some hay. Will you come with me?" "No, not I."
I met a Woman as I went walking; We got talking, Woman and I. "Where are you going to, Woman, so early?"
(I said to the Woman as she went by). "Down to the village to get some barley. Will you come with me?" "No, not I."
I met some Rabbits as I went walking; We got talking, Rabbits and I. "Where are you going in your brown fur coats?"
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by). "Down to the village to get some oats. Will you come with us?" "No, not I."
I met a Puppy as I went walking; We got talking, Puppy and I. "Where are you going this nice fine day?"
(I said to the Puppy as he went by). "Up to the hills to roll and play." "I'll come with you, Puppy," said I.
The End
The Crocodile by Lewis Carroll. How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin! How neatly spread his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!
The End
The Elf and the Doremouse by Oliver Herford. Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter, maybe a mile! Suddenly the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse—’Good gracious me!
‘Where is my toadstool?’ loud he lamented. And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.
The End
Three and Four Finger Gestures