Imagine you’re Pinocchio. You’re a wooden puppet boy turned human by magic whose properties you are grateful for but can never fully understand.

You grow into a man, meet a woman, marry and try to start a family. The fairy tale continues.

Then remember the era this is taking place in. Many women die in childbirth for apparently no reason.

As the expectant father, you have many responsibilities, but you don’t have much to do towards the end of the pregnancy. You’re outside the delivery room, nervous, worried with any number of increasingly insane thoughts running through your head. It’s taking a long time. Why is it taking so long? Is something wrong?

And you used to be part of a tree. A literal fricking tree.

You’re human now, but you have no idea what that means for your progeny, or what weird hybrids and magic might do to the inside of a woman. You’d never even given it much thought until now. This is taking a really long time.

And that’s where the comic picks up.

TBH, the Good Fairy could have put in an appearance and set his mind at ease, but maybe she was busy…