They were told that it wanted to escape and explore the kitchen. That there were two handles this time -- one little, one not. "The lid's handle. Take it between your fingers and lift", they were gently urged. "That's all you need to do. It'll hoist itself out when there's enough room". But each person who primed the stove would stand, some in contemplation of the concept of freedom, wipe sweat from their eyes and take another pan.
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