Untitled #14, by Bongo

Tippet frowned as he and Burgess examined the painting. "I don't get it."

"I think it's marvelous," said Burgess.

"It's paint splatters. Not even a shape. It was literally painted by a monkey."

"He's an orangutan, not a monkey." Burgess clucked his tongue. "I think it speaks to something primal in the artistic form."

"And I think you're a gullible idiot. This is nonsense."

Burgess glared. "Or genius. You can't be certain."

In the glass fronted room beside them, the orange-furred ape dipped his long fingers into the pots of color and dabbed at a canvas. He might have been smiling.