Cry Not, Caretaker/Plot Details

Green Thumb Moogle : [Name]! A baleful blight has befallen this beautiful base, kupo!
Green Thumb Moogle : We were overrun by an onslaught of obscure crabs while I'd departed for a different domain, kupo!
Chacharoon : Sheep...die...to saaave meee!
Green Thumb Moogle : That zany zoologist zipped in and zestfully zonked one, which caused the cantankerous critters to clear out, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : Mayhaps mysterious moogle magic is no match for a maven made mad.
Atelloune : I would ask that you put an end to that sniveling. All living things return to the earth one day, and there is nothing about it which we can do.
Chacharoon : <Snurk>
Green Thumb Moogle : Chin up, champ.
I know, let's go and get him a gravestone! He'll be giddier than a gallivanting Galka, kupo.
Atelloune : Still your tongue!
Atelloune : Please do not fill this poor thing's head with childish fantasies. The more you interact with nature, the more you realize that death, though tragic, is a necessary part of the life cycle.
Atelloune : I did not want to have to state things so bluntly, but you leave me no choice.
Atelloune : You, stand up!
Get it through your head that this sheep gave its life so you could strengthen your resolve!
Atelloune : It left its bones and hide behind so that you could bolster your defenses by adorning them!
Atelloune : It was considerate enough to leave behind tools for your disposal, so use them to buttress your physical and mental strength. Sitting here fretting would only waste all that it has done for you!
Green Thumb Moogle : What a scarily strict sermon...yet sound, kupo.
Chacharoon : Chacharoon agreeeeee. Chief of Famous Acres many time say close thing.
Chacharoon : "Putting life on line may mean crossing into afterliiife."
Chacharoon : After muuuch time, Chacharoon finally make hide of it. And hair, too.
Atelloune : I am glad I was able to instill some sense in you. On that note, I shall return to my observation of the crabs.
Atelloune : Though they may be omnivores, they still would not have a reason to attack a lamb...
Green Thumb Moogle : Chacharoon, how do you reckon we react to the remains of your righteous ringer, kupo?
Chacharoon : Sheep want Chacharoon grow strooong, so we make stuff from he to power up!
Chacharoon : But [Name] is chief, so [Name] get diiibs of first.
Green Thumb Moogle : I guess the lesson here is "live life to its longest lengths and lift yourself to laudable levels of loftiness," kupo.
Chacharoon : Ahhh, Chacharoon remember! One thing be lacking to craaaft what Chacharoon want.
Green Thumb Moogle : What doodad do you desire, kupo?
Chacharoon : Is spool of cotton thread...
Green Thumb Moogle : Procuring a possession of such paltry proportions'll be a piece of pastry for [Name], kupo!
Chacharoon : Ooh, very boosting of spirit. Chacharoon put much faaaith in [Name]. We get muscle-strong and will-strong together!
Green Thumb Moogle : I'll act as the agent for this arrangement. After acquiring the spool of cotton thread, amble up, then 'and it over.

Chacharoon : Please be paaassing spool of cotton thread to moogle. Is Chacharoon's dearerest wish.

Chacharoon : Maaany thanks! Chacharoon very joyful!
Chacharoon : In return, Chacharoon tasty-make slice of roast mutton from sheep.
Green Thumb Moogle : In what way do you want to wield that spool of cotton thread, Chacharoon?
Chacharoon : Is to make tweety tool for beastmaster. More Chacharoon blooow, more stronger Chacharoon get.
Green Thumb Moogle : Such simple logic, but it certainly strikes me as sensible, kupo.
...Oh? I hear heralds of happy happenings hurrying hither.
Susuroon : Mystery of scarebeasts be sooolved!
Atelloune : I have ascertained the reason why the obscure crabs have been so aggressive, as well as what their weakness is.
Atelloune : I attribute their aggression to the fact that it is their spawning season. They are simply looking for nutrient-rich food sources that will best increase their likelihood of procreating.
Atelloune : Thus, all you need to do is place food they covet around the island so they will not think to encroach upon your Mog Garden.
Atelloune : You there. I bet you can cook up something with exactly the type of nutriment they crave.
Atelloune : I have already devised a specially tailored recipe, so you need only to whip it up and periodically set the resulting dishes around this area.
Chacharoon : Truuust Chacharoon! Make crabbiest food ever!
Atelloune : As for their weakness, they do not seem to be fond of loud noises--or perhaps large vibrations would be a more appropriate term.
Green Thumb Moogle : Now that you note it, we moogles were privy to the perturbing powers of percolating plots for prolonged periods of time. Those crustaceans went clamoring for cover during the last landshiver, kupo./Now that you note it, we moogles were privy to the perturbing powers of percolating plots for prolonged periods of time. Those crustaceans went clamoring for cover when the World Tree went wacky and whatnot, kupo.
Chacharoon : If worst come to worster, just yell "Aaabs" with big lungs and they tit-tat away.
Susuroon : Aaaaaaaaabs!
Atelloune : Any old sound should do. You need not repeat that verbatim simply because I said it earlier.
Either way, I will be returning to San d'Oria now that my research has concluded.
Atelloune : What will you do, little one?
I cannot imagine making bait will let you earn your keep here for the rest of your life.
Chacharoon : If Chief okay, Chacharoon live here looong time.
Green Thumb Moogle : I absolutely approve of this arrangement, as I'm already accustomed to eying his awkward appearance, kupo.
Atelloune : Then I suppose he could easily be put in charge of animal rearing or some such task.
Atelloune : Now that you seem to have grasped what the cycle of life entails...perhaps I should tarry here slightly longer and lend you some aid.
Atelloune : And you. You are an adventurer, correct?
As one who devotes [his/her] life to helping others, it would behoove you to see this through to the end.
Atelloune : Sacrificing your needs for those of another creature should not only increase your physical bulk, but your ability to empathize as well.
Atelloune : After all, life is based on sacrifice. Prey feeds the predator, the weak fall to the strong, and nations entrust rulers with their sovereignty.
Atelloune : You can choose to turn your back on that fact, but it will only heighten your disappointment when it proves true in the end.
Chacharoon : Chacharoon want raaaaise scarebeast! But Chacharoon sacrifice for [Name]. Decider is [Name].
Chacharoon : If [Name] knee-knocking about killing animal that look after much time, can seeend to Famous Acres. Much relief.
Atelloune : Indeed. Should you determine that there is no reason to slaughter the creature in your charge, simply send it on its way.
...And on that note, I believe my work here is truly done.
Susuroon : Susuroon must be excused, but have thing to say.
Susuroon : In truuuth...Chacharoon be Susuroon's son!
Green Thumb Moogle : Wh-what a strikingly shocking statement, kupo!

Had you heard of this heresy?
→Yup.
→Nope.

Green Thumb Moogle : To think that the nefarious nostrum of nepotism nagged even our noble niche, kupo!
Susuroon : Still, Susuroon's greatest happiness is to seeerve [Name]. [Name] do much for Susuroon.
Chacharoon : Yes, we give double eeeffort for Chief! No disappoint!

Obtained: Slice of roast mutton.
Obtained key item: Lamb memento.

Had you heard of this heresy?
→Yup.
→Nope.

Green Thumb Moogle : At least you have not been nicked by the nefarious nostrum of nepotism nagging our natal niche, kupo!