Can we learn anything about fiction from balloon animals?

This isn't therapy, at least not entirely. I'm not writing this to exorcise any demons and I don't need a couch to lie on. But the point of this whole thing (I mean this whole site) is to explore creativity, including fiction, to dig into it and find out what it is, and to tease out something about its relationship to us.  We can't really do that unless we start to explore ourselves.