What disasters can the banana peel that little Anna threw in the middle of the road cause? Who will step on it? Perhaps a rosy, chubby pastry chef followed by pastry assistants loaded with sweets and pastries? Maybe a proud general marching in a parade with an invincible army stepping behind him? Or perhaps a bride as sweet as kataifi in a wedding dress whiter than snow, walking arm in arm with the groom and followed by the wedding procession?

On that winter night, Anna, regretful of her action, decides to secretly leave her house and, defying the raging storm, find and pick up the discarded banana peel.