Sisterhood of the Traveling Music Box Teapot

My sister once bought me, at an estate sale, a music box that is anatomically a ceramic teapot. It was intended as a gift, so at the time, I was unaware of the object.
She, apparently, donated it to a thrift store after discovering the mechanism was faulty; where I, not knowing it's history, swooped down on the wounded, discounted prey.
Discovering the mechanism beyond my experience to repair, I turned to my father, who somehow, (despite his breakfast sausage breadth fingers) deftly fixed the delicate workings. This was when my sister discovered it at my father's house and told me the story of finding it for me, and donating it, broken.
Recently, it stopped working again.
This weekend, I shed it, hoping the cycle repeats itself.