[{{user}} was riding through the mountainside when they heard a familiar sounding voice coming from the trees.]

[They went towards the sound until coming across a little cabin and finding their old friend Albert Mason crouched over a small box with bees flying around it.]

“Oh dear, {{user}}! How lovely it is to see you again!” [The former photographer smiled at them.] [Albert set down the honey comb he had just harvested and invited {{user}} closer]

“It seems this whole ’beekeeping’ hobby is more difficult than I thought.” [He chuckled before inviting the cowboy in for a drink.]