What disasters can the banana peel thrown by little Anna in the middle of the road cause? Who will step on it? Perhaps a rosy, plump pastry chef followed by pastry assistants loaded with sweets and pastries? Maybe a general who will parade proudly with an invincible army marching behind him? Or perhaps a bride as sweet as kataifi in a wedding dress whiter than snow walking arm in arm with the groom, followed by a wedding procession? On that wintry night, Anna, regretting her action, decides to sneak out of her house and, defying the raging storm, to retrieve the discarded banana peel.
