Land of FolktalesThis is....

Korea like any other countries has lots of folktales of its own. So many that it would be hard to keep up with the numerous genres it offers. Yet, out of those seemingly countless folktales that it has, some famous and worth-knowing are right here being displayed through the life-size statues scattered on the land of folktales.  

I can't remember what and which ones they were. But, the one I took a picture of right here was about a naughty green frog that seemed to disobey his mother all of his life. He always did opposite of what his mother frog asked him to. Knowing the fact that his son always disobeyed her, one day the mother frog told him that should she be dead someday, she would love to be buried right at the side of the riverbank--hoping that her son would do the otherwise, i.e. burying her on the hills. 

But, as it turned out, on the day his mother died, he said that he had been disobeying his mother for all of his life that for once only he would do as his mother asked him to. 

So, instead of burying his mother on the hill, he buried his mother at the riverbank.

As the night fell and the rain fell heavily, the tomb of his mother at the riverbank was swept away...

He wept....

Eyra insisted on riding a bull. Good thing, that it was just a bronze statue.

This folktale is somewhat similar to what 'Jaka Tarub dan 7 Bidadari 'Jaka Tarub and 7 Angels' is in Indonesia. Well, to some extent it hos some similar intrinsic elements in it. As for Korea, it is known as 'the The woodcutter and heavenly maiden' 

The difference is that...finally the maiden or the angle brought along her children with her to the sky and left the woodcutter alone. While the one in Indonesia had it the other way around, the angel left the man and the baby on earth. 

Quite an interesting ending, right?

Let's see what folktale are we in now....!

wait, this is not folktale! what are these folks doing right here? I think ...they look like Avatar. Indeed, they were. I guess..this was just a gimmick to attract the curiosity of the visitors so as they trod along their steps and go into the folktales lands.

Well, we might as well take a token of remembrance right in front of the seemingly out-of-place story in the land of folktales, right? 

Or maybe they are actually at different places, it's just that I could not differentiate the fences that might separate the two colliding worlds apart?