The Piano's Broken

We got a used piano a few months ago. After we cleaned it and put it where we wanted it, I played a few short songs (poorly). Throughout the rest of the day, we'd occasionally hear one of the kids hitting a few keys and laughing.

Several hours later, Jake came up to me with some bad news:

Jake: Daddy, I think the piano's broken.

Me, alarmed: Why? What happened?

Jake, upset: I pressed all the keys, but it didn't make the right music come out.

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