I miss Enmerkar!

For those who missed out, he was one of my Birbsite identities, a dragon hatched by monks from an egg found in the Rare Items Collection of Jorge Luis Borges's Library of Babel.

He's a chimeric "halfsider," two different shades of brown split down the middle, a magical slacker whose personality is half Ludwig Von Drake and half Jeff "The Dude" Lebowski.

I always wanted to cast Enmerkar in some kind of low-fantasy Coen-brothers fiasco, where his lair is suddenly invaded by greedy adventurers while he's innocently reading and stoned out of his mind, and he has to improvise a defense out of half-remembered bits of arcana and an acid-breath weapon that has deteriorated to the "mild vinaigrette spray" level due to disuse and disinterest.

Not enough stories with innocent, put-upon dragon protagonists just trying to live their lives!