The first completed illustration for my upcoming Children's Book.

This is Stretch the Goblin. He's one of three Goblins, all with the last name Zinn, who make noise in the Boy's Garage. 

Originally his name was to be J.B. or maybe Beckenstein, after Jay B. Beckenstein, but once I started calling him Stretch I got too used to it. 


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