Can you guess that style?

           Like what you build, build what you like. A statement to live by, for laziness in the grand craft of architecture is responsible for robbery and other crimes. A statement to live by, for, when the footsteps come and the robbers are there to take what is not theirs, laziness in the grand craft of architecture will be devastating. 

            There were three brothers, and each was presented with an opportunity to use architecture to create a home. Being wealthy men of business, they bought the materials they needed to fit their designs. The first brother, went to the local farmer, and paid him a handsome dollar for a handsome roll of hay. The second brother, being a man of business but also a man of nature, went to the forest and searched for many sticks. He found sticks, but most were as thin as thread, and all were as weak as the as the mind of the man who picked them as building material. However, the third brother, a man of superior intelligence and of intellect far greater than his peers, used an orthodox material: bricks. Had the other two brothers been prophetic, perhaps they too would have done their do diligence, and do away with laziness in the grand craft of architecture.

            They, being wealthy men of business, built their homes of grand design in a well-respected neighborhood, yet the footsteps were still coming after them. On the day succeeding the day in which their homes were built, the footsteps arrived. It was Mr. Wolf, and he, being so humiliated from previous business dealings with the three brothers, sought his revenge through unprecedented methods, and he, having noticed them crossing the countryside with their materials, walked to the doorstep of the first brother, whose was made of hay. He yelled, “Let me in! I demand that you repent your actions, and therefore give me compensation for what you have humiliated me for.”

            The first brother shouted back, “I shall never let you cross my threshold. Go away!”

            “Then I shall knock your house down with the force of my punch.”

            He punched the house, and, being so grandly designed, it crumbled. The brother lay there dead as a result.  Mr. Wolf proceeded to the second brother’s grand house of sticks, but he too refused to let him in, so he, with great force, destroyed his home as well. The second brother lay there dead from the collapse. Mr. Wolf had one more brother to exact his revenge upon; however, the third brother was a man of intellect, and he built his house out of brick, a material too sturdy to punch. Mr. Wolf was also a man of intellect, however, so he made the shrewd observation that the third brother had created a chimney. He climbed onto the roof of the house and dived down the chimney with the utmost confidence in his plan, but the third brother, as if he were prophetic, created a fire at the bottom of the chimney that burned Mr. Wolf. He ran around inside the house with his clothes on fire; he begged the third brother for forgiveness, and implored him to extinguish the flames. He did oblige, but this he said to him: “Leave my house, and never return. If you do, I might not be so kind.”

            Mr. Wolf left humiliated by him once more, but there was nothing he could do. The brother was a master at the grand craft of architecture.