What disasters could the banana peel thrown by little Anna in the middle of the street cause? Who will step on it? Perhaps a rosy-cheeked chubby pastry chef followed by pastry assistants loaded with sweets and pastries? Or a general marching proudly with an invincible army stepping behind him? Or maybe a bride as sweet as kataifi in a wedding dress whiter than snow, walking arm in arm with the groom, followed by the wedding procession? On that winter night, Anna, regretting her act, decides to sneak out of her house and, defying the raging storm, to collect the discarded banana peel.