🎧 The Three Little Architects
三隻剛從「豬佛建築學院」畢業的小豬，遇上拿著夾板、來稽查的野狼！這不是童話，而是一場爆笑的「建築檢驗災難現場」😂。
Three piggy architects from Hogvard School of Architecture face a clipboard-carrying wolf from the “Department of Huffing.” A hilarious twist on a classic tale—architecture meets chaos! 🏗️🐷
故事逐字稿：
🎧 The Three Little Architects: The Wolf Who Failed the Inspection
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs—Piggio, Porchy, and Brickson—fresh graduates from Hogvard School of Architecture.
Piggio specialized in “Eco Minimal Straw Design.”
Porchy majored in “Rustic Wood Aesthetics.”
And Brickson? He just liked things that didn’t fall down.
When their mom said, “Go build your own houses,” they treated it like a final project.
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Piggio built his straw house in one afternoon.
“It’s sustainable,” he said proudly, “and has excellent airflow.”
Translation: it had holes. Lots of them.
Porchy’s wooden house took a week.
“It’s natural, organic, and emotionally connected to nature.”
Translation: termites moved in before he did.
Brickson built his brick house for two months.
He wore a hard hat, drew blueprints, and made the other two sign safety waivers before visiting.
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Then came the Big Bad Wolf.
But he didn’t bring claws—he brought… a clipboard.
“Good afternoon! I’m from the Department of Housing and Huffing,” he said.
“Routine safety inspection. May I come in?”
Piggio smiled nervously. “Sure, but please take off your shoes—this is a barefoot eco-home.”
The wolf sneezed. “Ugh, all this straw! I’m allergic to bad architecture!”
He huffed, he puffed—
and the whole “eco-home” instantly qualified as open-air concept.
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The wolf marched to Porchy’s wooden cabin.
“Let’s see—fire safety certificate?”
“Um, I burned it by accident.”
“Of course you did.”
The wolf huffed and puffed again,
and the cabin turned into a DIY furniture kit.
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Finally, he arrived at Brickson’s house.
“Inspection time,” the wolf said, tapping his pen.
Brickson nodded. “Please fill out Form 47-B: Request to Huff.”
The wolf blinked. “You want me to what?”
“No unregistered blowing allowed,” Brickson explained. “It’s against the building code.”
The wolf groaned, huffed anyway—
and got a noise complaint from the local council.
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By sunset, the wolf had lost his clipboard, his breath, and his will to live.
He collapsed on Brickson’s front steps.
Brickson opened the door and handed him a mug of tea.
“Relax. We architects don’t fight wolves—we out-design them.”
The wolf sighed. “Next time, I’m just applying for plumbing school.”
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🏗️ Moral of the story:
Good design doesn’t fear the huffing and puffing—
but it should always include proper paperwork.