Song: If Bubba can dance

By: Shenandoah

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The character of Uncle Bubba in this chapter is based off my own family's "Uncle Goofy", who is actually my adult cousin but he will always be Uncle Goofy to me. Shout out to you!

As the animals started to become snowflakes everyone kind of flopped into chairs to catch their breath.

"That… Was the most fun… I've had dancing… In a long time!" Grandpa Bennett said between breaths. Nods confirmed that many others agreed with that statement.

"I'm glad; it's what I do best!" Jack said.

"Dancing or having fun?" Dimitri asked.

"I meant creating and having fun, but thanks for the compliment on my dance moves."

Everyone laughed at the little sly word joke jack had just created.

"But seriously Jack," Jamie inquired, "Where did you learn to dance?"

"Well some I gained and picked up from my 300 years of traveling the globe. But got my start from my uncle Bubba."

"Who is your uncle Bubba?" Great grandpa asked. Jack didn't answer right away. His eyes got a faraway look to them and he absentmindedly started to balance on the crook of his staff while the stick stood upright.

"Wow!" Timmy whispered to Jamie "how does he do that?"

"I'm not sure, but it's really cool isn't it?!"

"Definitely, do you think I could learn to do that?"

"I don't know? It never hurts to ask."

Timmy looked at Jack, and began to get a little worried. "He doesn't look like himself; do you think he's okay?"

Jack must've heard that last part because he shook his head and gave everyone a bashful smile. "Sorry, got lost in my memories for a bit."

"Does that happen a lot?" Mary asked with concern.

Jack shrugged. "300 years is a really long time to have a BIG gap in your memories. Or at least that's what Tooth says. I got most of my important ones all at once not long ago, but every now and then one will trickle in and that small memory opens a lot more if I think on it. Just now I remembered my uncle Bubba when I was thinking about where I learn to dance, focusing on him brought back all of my memory of him in one rush."

"So… Who is your uncle Bubba?" Great grandpa asked again gently.

"He was the family clown. A lot of my own jokes and pranks came from watching him. Most everyone called him fondly by uncle Goofy. He lived in town and worked in the general store, but he was a Mr. fix-it. Everyone knew he was the one to go to for repair. He was a great worker; it was on his down time that his goofy side came out. You know what, let me show you."

Jack smoothly and easily did a quick back-flip off his staff and then lifted the stick off the ground as if it had never been standing there with him on it as if it was cemented to the floor. Timmy made a mental note to ask Jack about that staff again later.

Instead of going to the window this time Jack started a snowfall in the living room. "This medium will better capture uncle Bubba." He explained as he continued to work the snowflakes into existence. Then the wind came into play, the light breeze moved the snow and seemed to gather it into shapes till a tall man with a mop of hair and a face that looks like it could break into a grin at any moment became clear.

While most of the family focused on the snow great grandpa took up the old album Mary had found and carefully leafed through it. Eventually he found a charcoal drawing of a look-alike to Jack's work. The old man's eyes sparkled with belief. It had been itching at him but it wasn't till now that he allowed himself to believe it.

Jack smiled, a bit sad like he had it the frost creations of his parents, and grandparents, at the snow uncle Bubba. His goofy grin returned though as he started his tale. (1) "I didn't think I was ever going to be good at dancing, my long arms and legs always going all over the place, but when I saw my uncle cutting the rug I had only one thought; if he can do it so can! He was showing off his moves for the first time in our farm's front yard, and my mouth was hanging open during the whole thing."

The snow uncle Bubba then started to do various dance moves, the hint of a grin becoming a real one. "He was to stepping, sliding, and scooting with ease. I instantly asked him, after he was done, if he'd teach me and with a hearty laugh he slapped his hand on my shoulder and agreed. I watched him with apt attention and soon I had built up my courage enough to try."

A snow Jack then appeared to the right of his dancing uncle. "I took a place beside uncle Bubba and followed his lead. I scooted, slighted, to stepped, and I even started to add my own touch to the moves. From that day on I took every opportunity to watch and dance with my uncle goofy." The two snow beings bowed deep and then swirled into a confetti of individual flakes. Much to the delight of all those who tried to catch them.

Great grandpa got up and made his way to Jack. "My boy, forgive me for taking so long to truly believe your story." The old Bennett put his arm around Jack shoulders. "You're my many times great relative through and through. And I hope that we will be having you join us and tell us your tales for years to come."

"You can count on it!" Jack said