Pip's Cruelty: A Fictional Narrative

Pip became a part of Clint's act until the night the circus burnt down. They watched the flames light up the sky like some sort of sick fireworks show for a while, but nobody noticed the kid and his bird slip into the night of sirens and shouts.
They wandered for maybe six months. It was tough, but at least they weren't alone. Clint got a lot of odd jobs and eventually they ended up in Chicago by rail.
The weather was atrocious. It was November and the hail felt like bullets. They ducked into an alcove in front of a store, Pip seated in Clint's shivering arms.
Clint cracked a smile, "Well, at least you don't seem to be cold."
The Pidgey tried to spread its wings over him, but it could tell at this rate Clint was going to freeze. His lips were already blue.
Clint was starting to drift in and out of consciousness when he began to feel warm again. Feathers shuffled against his face, brushing away the chill. Snuggling into the heat, he fell asleep.

"Caw."
"Mmph."
"Caw!"
Pip... no. I'm trying to sleep. Go away."
"Caw."
"Ugh, fine. Fine! Stop pecking me!" Shoving the beak out of his side, Clint sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, "Geez, always so pushy." He turned to glare at the Pidgey... but it wasn't a Pidgey sitting next to him. The Pidgeotto gave him another peck for good measure.
"Pip?"
"Caw."
"Oh. Uh...Wow...Okay. You evolved?"
He managed to give Clint an eye roll, "Caw."
Clint shoved him, "Well, it's good to know you haven't changed at all, you ass. Come on, let's go find some food."
When he got up Pip head butted him, "Hey! What?"
"Caw!"
"Oh, no. No. You are not getting carried anymore. No. No. Stop looking at me like that! No! Oh, fine. Get on. Jerk."
Pip gave a satisfied "caw" as they set off for the