With all this movement, dust was clouding the air in enormous, smoke-like puffs, and it was beginning to cling to your fingertips and your clothes. Especially when you open the lid to the piano. The real dust attack begins! Try not to sneeze!

Under the piano’s lid is something vastly interesting. There is what looks like a small, black cloth clogging the hammer’s interaction with the strings. It seems to be folded, and the cloth seems to be very, very old, probably even older than this shack and everything inside it. If you read the riddle more carefully...you might have a better idea of what this could be…

"One is held dear to our pigletted friends.
It can’t build a home, but a house it does amend
To every boy and girl cherished at the castle,
But you won’t find it without much hassle."

Take a closer look. Let’s see what it is!