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Solución de crucigrama: AHORA 563

Autor : Grace Actualizar : Jan 17,2025

Este es un rompecabezas Conexiones del día de Navidad del New York Times. Si estás atascado, este artículo proporciona sugerencias, ayuda para categorías y spoilers.

Las palabras del rompecabezas son: Reina, Estrella, Cupido, Fuerte, Rudolph, Sagitario, Niñera, Cometa, Vixen, Luna, Robin Hood, Shannon, Hawkeye, Fey, Jenny, y Planeta. .

Entendiendo a "Jenny"

La palabra "Jenny" tiene múltiples significados: una máquina de hilar, un nombre femenino, un animal hembra de determinadas especies y un término náutico para una vela de foque.

Consejos y soluciones

Consejos generales:

  1. Ninguna categoría trata únicamente de nombres de renos.
  2. Ninguna categoría trata únicamente de nombres femeninos.
  3. "Shannon" y "Strong" van juntos.

Categoría Amarilla (Fácil): Objetos Celestes

Pista: Piense en agujeros negros y satélites.

Respuesta: Cometa, Luna, Planeta, Estrella

Categoría Verde (Mediana): Arqueros

Pista: Considere a Katniss, Artemis y Legolas.

Respuesta: Cupido, Ojo de Halcón, Robin Hood, Sagitario

Categoría azul (difícil): animales hembras

Pista: Piensa en cierva, gallina, molly.

Respuesta: Jenny, niñera, reina, zorra

Categoría púrpura (complicada): miembros del elenco de SNL

Pista: Piensa en comediantes.

Respuesta: Fey, Rudolph, Shannon, Fuerte

Solución completa

  • Amarillo: Objetos celestes (cometa, luna, planeta, estrella)
  • Verde:Arqueros (Cupido, Ojo de Halcón, Robin Hood, Sagitario)
  • Azul:Animales hembras (Jenny, Nanny, Queen, Vixen)
  • Púrpura: Miembros del elenco de SNL (Fey, Rudolph, Shannon, Strong)

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