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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."
One thing is certain though - she never foresaw alpacas. She, for
sure, never said "Some fine day you will discover the joy of raising alpacas."
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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Rubens' Photo Gallery
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Rollin' in the grass - ahhhh, heaven. |
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Show doggin' in Louisiana |
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Stylin' in his green jacket. |
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I'm ready for my close up! |
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On deck - hurry up and wait |
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