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When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother
'What will I be?
Will I be pretty,
Will I be rich?'
Here's what she said to me..."

And although she didn't actually break
into song, the message was there:
"Que Sera, my
dear - the future's not our see, whatever will be, will be."
I have tended to embrace that philosophy. One thing is certain though -
she never foresaw alpacas. She, for sure, never said "Some fine day you will
breed fine huacaya alpacas." Heck, she still has trouble pronouncing 'huacaya'!
But, there you are...When people ask me now "How on earth did you get into
alpacas? I have actually been known to break into song -
Que Sera, Sera - but I'm thinking to myself,
'I've just always been
lucky.'
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