Absent-minded alien professor-type Mr. Doberman had established a nice little niche for himself at Oswald Academy, School of Magic. One he was quite fond of, thank you very much. You see: he is singularly gifted at the finicky, notorious "Invisibility Trick," an advanced Mindful Art. Most recently he used it to become a homebody in Paris, North Dakota - a dangerous, impractical place ... of boxy metal deathtraps and uncouth porcelain chairs. Of compassion, and chaos. Of tiny bipeds who make untenable demands.
Thank goodness that experiment is over
Except two Earthlings in particular keep bleeding into his less fettered thoughts. Uncoordinated little rascals though they are, they seem to have found a cavity in the upper left-hand quadrant of Mr. Doberman's torso. Which is weird. Because that area has never felt vacant before...
Now, before the closing of the fist, Mr. Doberman must answer a question he would once have found absurd. Torn between the world he knows and an incarceration of his own design, will he risk magic-perhaps expiration-to become a husband and a father again?