How does mr fox feel about the three farmers?

Mr. Fox thinks of them with disdain.

"My darling," said Mr Fox, "I can smell those stupid men a mile away. I can even smell one from the other. Boggis smells of rotten chicken-skins, Bunce smells of goose-livers, and as for Bean, the fumes of apple cider hang around him like poisonous gases."