This is a story about a saucepan, named Jim. He was a highly esteemed saucepan, with both a shiny coat, and a courageous heart.  The other saucepans found him greatly useful, his flawless complexion providing the perfect reflection in which to monitor their own appearances, and prevent uglification. Although Jim was mildly irritated by this, he was a good saucepan, and refrained from making any complaints. Besides, it was a very small cupboard, and Jim realised it would be unwise to cause dispute in it.
  However, Jim also realised that the cupboard really was too small; that he was destined for much greater things. He began to nurture new aspirations, dreaming every night of a meadow in the countryside, where he could frolic freely day and night, amongst the flowers. He became determined to escape. Now, Jim was a very kindhearted saucepan, and did not wish to hurt his lifelong companions. However, he knew that they would not let him go freely, and so he began. Gradually, Jim became more and more
critical and contemptuous towards the other saucepans, until they truly could not bear to live with him any longer- no matter how gleaming and lustrous his coat was. Soon enough, they vowed to evict Jim from their society, and created rather an ambitious plot, for saucepans who were, quite honestly, a little simple. One day, whilst Jim was busy cooking a particularly exotic sauce, they sprang into action. The saucepans rearranged themselves.
  This may seem like a very small step, but it was exactly what Jim had been anticipating, and he was delighted- although perhaps a little offended- at how soon the saucepans had managed this. And so, when Jim was carelessly slung into the cupboard, instead of landing in his customary spot (towards the back of the cupboard) he found himself teetering on the edge of the shelf; leaning uncomfortably against the door. Jim beamed delightedly. He bid a swift goodbye to the other saucepans, a tear in his eye, as he lept backwards and out of the cupboard, out of his home forever. The other saucepans glanced around, somewhat dazed. They were simple saucepans at heart, after all. Weeks passed, and gradually, it dawned on them that Jim was gone for good. The saucepans were greatly distressed to learn this, as their initial intention had merely been to displace Jim from their cupboard: they did not mean for him to leave Greater Kitchenton.
Jim, meanwhile, was undertaking a somewhat epic adventure. He had passed through many fields, but none seemed to satisfy his expectations. As time went on, the weather grew steadily more unpleasant, and Jim's coat became tarnished and scratched, until he was no longer recognisable: he bore none of his former glory, and was growing steadily weaker. This suffering was beginning to seem eternal, when a new creature entered Jim's life. A mouse. Jim, although a relatively sociable saucepan, was of course used only to communicating with fellow saucepans, and was not sure how to approach the situation. The mouse (who wishes to remain anonymous for legal reasons), on the other hand, was a very worldly character, and of very gentle dispostion. He taught Jim the ways of the meadow, and soon the saucepan began to appreciate the beauty which he had stumbled upon.
The two were incredibly happy together, a perfect match. Jim was not a particularly agile saucepan, and so struggled to gather food for himself. The mouse, however, was very athletic, and perfectly competent in providing for Jim as well in addition to himself. In return, Jim was able to provide protection for the mouse, against many a predator, and the mouse even realised Jim's potential as the perfect nest in which to hibernate. Although the relationship never became romantic, it ensured lifelong happiness for both parties. And of course, with this heartwarming compromise in place, the lives of Jim and his mousey friend were greatly extended beyond all expectations.
Perhaps they are still out there now, basking in the sunshine, and counting their many blessings.