My Wonderland

In my " Alice in Wonderland " I thought myself to be Alice, lost, curious and looking for a Mad hatter.
But analyzing the story better, perhaps the Cheshire Cat is more . . . me.
Disappearing without a warning, appearing in the same fashion, when gone you can still see a lingering sardonic smirk, manipulative, giving misleading and blunt-out wrong indications and even slightly presumptuous. In the wondrous  world of Alice, why not even be both? Just for kicks.
A Cheshire Cat named Alice, a cat masked as a girl, strolling throughout Wonderland deliberately lost just to find herself falling in the arms of a certain Mad Hatter in the middle of a Tea Party.
The rest of the people in the story are mere cards in a deck and dispensable pieces on a chess board.
I can't help but wonder though, in a game there are two players, have I yet to meet my opponent?

Quotes from "Reckless" by Cornelia Funke

p . 53
" Nibble , nibble , little mouse , who's been nibbling at my house? "

p . 97
" How they bowed their vain heads . Look at them , Therese . Wouldn't it be nice to have them all chopped off?
"

p . 98
" Power . Like wine when you have it . Like poison when you loose it ."

p . 134
" " My prices have increased considerably in the last three years ," he said . " I 'll let you live , " Jacob replied " That 's more than a raise than you deserve ." (...) " You seem desperate to get back to your old flame , " he purred ," and the price always rises with the desperation of the costumer ." In reply , Jacob tapped the nuzzle of his gun against the Dwarf  's hat . " Trust me ," he said , " this costumer is desperate enough to shoot you at the moment 's notice ." "