Quiet on the set

Kermit sniffed the pine air rolling in from the verdant hills as he struggled into his Robin Hood outfit, it was an early morning start once again in the forest. The new crew had rocked up early in their Jeeps and were eager to get these last few scenes captured on film before the protesters returned once again.

The canetoad Director flicked a plump olive at some stage hand dropped his martini glass into the bush with a chinkle and called Kermit over for a quick shot of Absinthe pre shoot, Kermit manly ambled over in his bulky outfit, ripping his boots through the Ivy, they took a shot each and then gasped as 'princess' emerged from her caravan nibbling down the last of her Mint Pattie and flicking her lime angel hair before gently tossing the wrapper away behind her, it tumbled like a weak heart, flashing to the forest floor in the early morning light, before being trampled into the moss by an awkward camera operator.

A baffled shout wafted across the minty scene, all eyes flicked keenly to where the protesters were emerging from the thick undergrowth, globby jungle paint smeared across their cheeks, placards waving in anger.
OMG! broiled the Director, its just a movie! Everything is biodegradable, here have an apple you freaks.
The activists surged on like an angry wave of zombies, swatting with their signage until the cries had subsided.