With Help I Can Be Creative

I kept getting the notion that we lose are creativity as we grow up. So I went to the source of creativity; my nine year old brothers brain. Everything that is italicized is what he wrote.   

      Cat is on a Rainbow then the cat falls off then he farted out rainbows. Then all of the cats went hay wire and died. Then the rainbow farting cat was lonely.  So she went to the next town over.  Then the next town had dogs. Then the farting cat ran away. The dogs got mad at the cat and ran after her.  Then the cat stop farting then it started to poop out grenades.  The grenades exploded into rainbows everywhere they fell. Then all of the doggies died so the cat was bored so then the cat went to the next town. The next town was named Mouse Ville. The cat got hungry so she went there. He feasted upon thousands of bodies of mice and spit up their bones in the town full of obliterated dogs.

      The cat went to the dog town to rub it in there face, but it got bored because they were dead. So the cat went to a field to lay in the sun. Then she saw some rabbits that came hopping up a hill. The rabbits weren’t as friendly as they seemed, for they were black belts. Then the cat taught the rabbits how to poop out rainbows.

He ended up leaving after that sentence. I left it how it was. I learn some things from him. If I try and persuaded him in one direction he wont go there. He's a kid he does what he wants. Also I have fun writing with other people. If there is a way to be taught creativity it is by writing a story with a little kid.