Kung Fu Panda Teaching Novels & Stories

Jackson copies me, slowly turning his staff and bringing it under his arm, up and over, turning it slowly and bringing it under and up. "Pinky up, it's kind of like number eight." I say, using my hand to help guide his own, bringing his arm further out and the staff a little higher. "That's it...good, pinky up." I praise, smiling a little as he goes a little faster. "Ok, from the beginning." I order. * By the time Jackson and I leave the training room, it's past dinner, and Jackson is as sweaty as a pig. "Do you know a lot of Kung fu?" Jackson wonders curiously as we walk down the hallway.