This popped into my head yesterday during short short story time on FurryMUCK.
The billies are J. Willard’s creation, obviously. The idea of Nazis on Mars and the “The weather is schön, so schön” parody has been stolen shamelessly from Philip K. Dick. Who rules.
“Spoo!” “Mee bounce oo! Whee!” Kreisleiter Bauernfeind did a double-take at the noise in his earphones. For a moment, he felt himself a boy again on his father’s farm, with the babbling of his siblings in his ears. He shook the feeling off as he straightened and turned around. He was not a boy, he was Kreisleiter, responsible for surveying this latest acquisition of the Reich. He focused his eyes on the two small dogs sitting in the red sand, for all the world looking like tiny husky Plüschtiere. They jumped at him. “Oo not poof!” “Bite his tailie!” He fell, fast and hard, too fast even for panic. He felt the air purifier on his back break, a mechanic crunch. “The weather is schön, so schön. Even though there is not much to breathe here” he thought, incongruously, as he stared up into the Mars sky.
